Текст песни AnakondaZ - Бесит

Not invited, okay, after all,
I do not bend and do not croak.
Survive somehow I can not get used to bitch
Do not call and fuck.

But I hate when someone fun, but I do not,
I hate when someone fun, but I do not.
I hate when someone fun, but I do not.
Furious, furious!

You can get through the fins in the bushes,
Or just move the fence and a couple of rickety planks.
And through the narrow gap sneak staring inwards at how cool it.
You can peek through the open window,
Or even try to make out that -That through the keyhole.
Glass and leaned against the wall to listen, fascinated, as there is better.
It is so tempting and inaccessible things over the fence, well where we do not and we do not have anywhere else.
The lists do not have the correct names, someone again not invited.

Chorus

So too much red on the calendar,
Noting every holiday you can lose control.
It is far better to be alone sometimes with cockroaches in my head.
There are no stuffy gatherings, those to whose cases you do not care.
Do not be cute smile, do not pretend that you get pleasure from the talk.
No moronic music, ridiculous dance, no violation of personal space.
Do not insult feeling inadequate for the person Mangrada.