Текст песни Теория запоя - Заебали

Jam brain working
Jam soul lives
It is just vomiting
Every day aspirations down
No sense, there are no thoughts
Only the desire to thump
Only the desire to get drunk
Think again to stop
Jam all accusations
Fucking fucking critics
All of them give their lessons
Everything is so fond of me to torment brain
Jam bitches, bastards
Those who have a knife in my back stabbed
All of those who for the sake of profit
Ass will substitute without problems
Jam oligarchs
The deputies thought, damn!
They are driven by a desire
The whole country will soon sell
Jam and weather
Plus four in December
Sleet ebashit in the face
The city was mired in shit
Some would say that is
In everyone's life always
Depressuha, failures
Night black stripe
What more is better
Will be! So they said
I just usmehnus sullenly
And the answer: "Jam!"