Текст песни ЧёрныйВариант - Крысиные Бега

Xinka Sigi Padik who the palette see uazik
Titching in the yards, and my cortex aza
Again in Kumary, head in firewood, not hurray
I'm looking for tobacco in the morning, you do not feel

Mother stop yelling, I will stop playing
also tired, I take the old notebook
again for old, I did not lose my flow
I for the word in the answer, as I taught me

did not merge back, did not merge like rat
did not stink as anal after the showbiz yuy
Music My soul, then I did not sell it
I did not sign the contract, and did not hit the channel

it's running runs where one finale
Where Fortuna Bug went to spoil on the pier
where among the rats will be one finalist
There is no reverse, running fatalist
You went on the battle, a runaway fatalist