Текст песни Яг Морт - милиция

In this bus jam,
I can not see any dick in a box,
I go to the "House of life".
I do not have a single coin,
I step to the toilet
to the nearest entrance ...

The car with the "police" on it,
and somehow not on itself ...

These endless frost
zaebut anyone
and it is impossible to dress fashionably;
travel on roads speculators
in gate freeze
imperceptible talents ...

The car with the "police" on it,
and somehow not on itself ...

I walk further into the padded jacket and
earflaps and botin-
Kah forty-five size.
Nicho I do not need to: I the owner and lemonade
a half-liter bottle of vodka.

The car with the "police" on it,
and somehow not on itself ...