Текст песни Свалка - Кризис В Преисподней

CRISIS IN THE UNDERWORD

Came to the market - no money
No money
Scourge life as a relay
Relay to nowhere
She is beautiful, serene
While alcohol is raging in the blood
Alcohol is our only hope
There is hope - the bum is asleep
Wake up to a murky reality
The lack of money of tomorrow
Household fuck
Fucked me !!

The world is spinning like crazy
Society is like a squirrel in a wheel
Everyone is ready to strangle for a penny
Everything is like in a nightmare

No money - no love?
No money - no food!
No money yesterday, today
This is a crisis in the underworld !!

I AM HOMELESS!!

Clouds press from above with lead
The sky will vomit rain
Life will get shorter still
When we finish the stick
I would raise a prayer to heaven:
God send me the sausages!
But I don't believe in these nonsense
So I'll go to shit in the bushes
There is hunger, cold, dirt of garbage cans
Rubbish heaps like God's hand
Terpily basements, heating mains, construction sites
Life at the bottom, but just shit!

Drunken muzzles, empty bottles
Our reality is a stinking mess
You will be drunk, up the back of your head
Lying in the corner like a complete asshole