Текст песни Безотцовщина production - Беспечный нарик

This guy was one of those
Who just loves spice
Loves holidays and loud laughter
And smoke delicious cigarettes.
Smoked everywhere and smoked in the sixth,
And dropped over it the whole light
Called Baryge, and asked
To show him a trace.

And in the entrance for candles
He scored like God,
And then changed in front of
Just remember the spice call.
Everything that I had, immediately spent,
Only for the threshold take a step
Called Baryge, offered
Score a jamb today.

You are a robber spice, spice nir
You are a robber spice, spice nirr.
But you were not destined to live
Not many such among us
You are a robbing spice, angleless nir.

Under heavy gesting spice
Who loved so
With self-car, he could do it
Before heaven and stars of any.
But he disappeared, and no one knew
Where the spice is now rushing
One baryga told us
He was killed by a new price.

You are a robber spice, spice nir
You are a robber spice, spice nirr.
But you were not destined to live
Not many such among us
You are a robber spice, angleless nir

You are a robber spice, spice nir
You are a robber spice, spice nirr.
But you were not destined to live
Not many such among us
You are a robbing spice, angleless nir.
You are a robber spice, angleless nir