Текст песни Балабама - Я по жизни в тисках

Day after day, from the day
you you plant me
persecuting, powders brains
vise
Know
but I'm not about
rasschitana then,
obkolyu, bite
I do, wushu
you know
hiding money in his socks, I for the life in the grip I know pozhizni in the grip (2)
and I'm terrible hero
brick racking hand
head three boards
and you compress in a vice
you know
Chorus
I fly I pilot
and not hold back my flight
I nazhemayu gas
and I get the ecstasy
The money is there I
I save them for you
I keep them in socks
but still I am in the grip
Chorus
but a fairy tale ending
I came down the aisle
two rings on his hands
and I'm back in the grip
And I understood the question
I just do not grow up
and I was tormented by the fear ...
I'm living in the grip of ...
Chorus...