Текст песни Труппа Трупов - Торчок

For one, two, three for joy jump down from the high-rise,
Remember the spirit of let out a breath and calm,
If my dead blind verse
Live a burden, blazing ton of weakness,
Journeys deep into the sleeping areas in razvalochku
No one comes to the rescue to you junkie.
You are here one hermit, crustacean at the bottom of the creek techesh,
Beat argon key, skinny
On your power already coveted kites,
On your power laid eyes Almighty God,
But he will not flaunt in your disguise,
He traded your body to Satan on a box of matches
Pizdanulos sun over the horizon,
I emerged from the coma, but forgot about Quezon realized ...
I was lousy, I was lousy, I was lousy ...