Текст песни Тбили Тёплый - Макароны

I wake up to the lunar sonata at noon,
So it turns out that I wake up with Mozart.
I go out into the city in the history of Stalin,
I knit laces like spaghetti Gianfranco Vissani.
And the estimate is not exposed to rain,
And fuck, if you then meet on clothes.
And remembering how in three Nastya atone,
And fuck, if you then fuck not mind.
She wanted photos to a new iPhone,
But she deserved, though served by mouth.
And layknuv this photo Nastia in social networks,
Recall how many she had to go through.
And her boyfriend kisses her not at all,
When you kiss her, he kisses your cock.
And the question: "Why does one" - answer modestly,
I too highly appreciate themselves, to lie down on a log.
She's a vampire, if you like to taste.
I do not Ukupnik, but it never marry.
Morning podrastayal March snow,
While growing up teenagers.
Think about it, who would prefer your nipple.
Beggar Prince? Rich monster?
But without a soul, and did not understand, Bob,
What are you dressed up just a piece of meat.