Текст песни Appostl - Морали

fierce parog your time has come the apocalypse
razuy eyes look more closely at us
around some whores and filth almost no normal
Let's bury the morale at home parquet
We leave all the problems and will stay to sleep
you want to know how is not what not to do
squander all the good moments of the life of labor
We can not turn ourselves, we all die
all these ideas under the cups with tea and whitefish
on the balcony at night the lights of lanterns vedneeyutsya
I need only force it all soak
someone will have to forgive smilulayas
who then have to ask for forgiveness
rasskaetsya and decide to stay to live
not to break down under the pressure of your offense
and not to break each other's fuck shlya
and not to break the spirit of taking on another
I uspakoyus standing on the floor in the cold winter
blowing blue smoke rings through your teeth
I know that his brother never will forget
I will not give slomattsa postorayus father will not let him
I will help people any way I can and everyone
but also as soon as there is nobody I will not give up the slack
I just razebu all this fashion stuff
Listen to the truth the world die every day
and I can tell my son choose his way himself
the other is not to do it would be wrong
and remember that you can not stick to morality spam
and forget about the surrounding stupid shit about all that you
This text from the cold autumn appostla you