Текст песни Бим - Autro

At this point the region got this,
What I have something to say on the subject,
Outline, as it is, the truth uterus,
The real as a loaf of bread.
I woke up late today
Straight in a bathrobe on the bed.
Why is that? Because I do not quit
Dur batter until he lost consciousness.
Until the last line is far,
Before her the way much confusing,
The reality of thrown me,
Until reality, invented by me.
Do you know that I've got going on?
In my reality I am a hero-romantic.
Not some kind of pretty bow -
Hrenov Knight, who had gone to the principle.
Nothing or everything - as it happens,
Prone to maximalism,
And my world without you - nothing
And you are my everything - without meaning.
You somehow all without illusions,
White princes and excessive ambitions.
Just remember about us, and thought:
"In short ... it is necessary to smoke."

I do not put the Amur in his quiver,
Instead of the six arrows of lead bullets,
That you helped me Storchai,
He hammered in the first pipe dope.