Текст песни БЫДЛОЦЫКЛ - Труба

I played the trumpet in my youth
I played the pipe so-so
Maybe it was a lip
But I’m neither me nor be on it

Then he plowed like an ox on a farm
Then I thought about my family
Normal work and the boss
But the question torments life

Chorus:
Why the hell did I play the trumpet (x3)
Only time wasted

Why the hell did I play the trumpet (x3)
... like a fool, fucking

I live without problems with the loot
Baba is and will soon give birth
We live in our own life in the warmth
I hardly drink, I drown for Zenit

I work, I do not fuck the brain
But sometimes, as I recall the pipe
I'm angry and can't even sleep
I really want to fuck the pipe

Chorus:
Why the hell did I play the trumpet (x3)
Only time wasted

Why the hell did I play the trumpet (x3)
... buy - break, fuck

Fucking ... Fuck, shut up!
It's fucking fucking!
Suuukaaa!
Ahhh, fucking!
Fuck, moron!