Текст песни Чаян Фамали - Сига

Whitefish

My whitefish is smoking in white teeth
The anaconda rings will turn into a bird.

Button Down Style
With the poison inside.
The streets harbor killers
Take care of the child!
Try it - you can't stand it
But diving into the clouds - you will not come up!
Child of society, the creature has no mind,
There are no fathers and no mothers
These guys are
Wherever it is, in the basements!

My whitefish is smoking in white teeth
The anaconda rings will turn into a bird.

It would be better if you, man, did not climb into this place,
Where there is no bottom, like the Titanic flight!
Sometimes grayness crushes buildings with ice, rules the ball.
Vodka with a stone tears in pieces, letting go of the memory;
Then he covered his head with a wave, again hits the rocks!
The brain is poisoned, half a glass in one gulp, a handful of tablets!
I crawled back on my knees, crying a tearful dose: give me!
A chance to fix everything, repented, lied to the face!
Five hundred each added a clean one and away we go!
Lucky: wakes up at home, the same dream,
That gnaws at the soul like a bone with the faces of the dead!
One hundred pounds of total is known: we are all mortal!
The rumble of avenues wakes up the jungle of corpses in the crypts in the morning!
Ash everywhere .. People smolder on the benches .. Children breathe glue, outbursts of anger every day!
We lash ourselves without sparing ourselves,
Secretly dreaming of becoming a chain of doubt
But I wanted so much to fly above the sky
From obesity and lust ..

My whitefish is smoking in white teeth,
The anaconda rings will turn into a bird.