Текст песни Святослав Свидригайлов - больше никакого порошка

I'm not picky, as the doctor's handwriting for heroin
Oh, you'd better not brought you to myself that night
Oh, it would be better I treated you that tea at night
And it would be better that you did not regaled gadastyu
By the way, what was it? Like, everything was nice
And then again, and I have one foot in the grave
The second foot on the cloud, on the third floor
The fourth leg is no longer leg, and, allegedly, paw
Then he flew under the water, then swam across the sky
Tibetan Lama was and was faucet
Anyway, that night I was not just anyone
I danced with Eva Braun in a drunken stupor polka
I fotkal Stalin towers in the background Eyfilevoy
He gave me a shabby mustache, said, "Then give me"
Then I drank cocoa brotherhood with Jesus
I did the same in his mouth chewing gum has been tastefully watermelon
Then I had a cat, and then was okroshka
Then I would highlight and someone in a coffin hammered me
Then I became a and knew all hung up
I tie with grass, I'm friends with you

Anything more than any powder
No, no, no, no, no, no
all, no more wheels
No wheels
All will continue to clean my soul
Yes
Everything is closed on the lock and your mouth and nose
Everything is closed on the lock and your mouth and nose