Текст песни BR - кот

My cat smokes a lot and looks from the window to the bottom
Fucked this view and I changed the window
Singing in a silent movie, drinking wine and zero
Nobody could differentiate and love differently
Baby body wants flame on black and white
Factories exhale parliament in a smoky sky
And they have so many laws and icons
And I have only freedom and Coca-Call
My face when they say that it’s not worth tomorrow
Explode All Khrushchev’s fucking becomes like a Tony Stark
And we are drowning in concrete bins, God is filming porn sites
Addicts are tired, they want to fly to Mars, and they do somersaults from the balcony
Directly to the asphalt or to heaven there is a probability of fifty to fifty
And my cat doesn’t penetrate this crap
And you even now are all riddles and marmalades
I sniffed at the stars shoot from a slingshot