Текст песни Brick Bazuka - Проблемы

Hooley so many problems?
Reflected, polished Parabelum.
I will shoot even at their steles,
When the blood stops warming the body
Who is for these blacks Nelson Mandela.

There will be grandmothers - we will remove the film "Saw" in the Seychelles;
Later, in karaoke, Kirkorov buried them.
The world of black and white - I know what it is:
Problems, problems, problems.

Fuck with them, problems also have a limit -
And while the clowns in make-up amuse
You can go inside yourself
From what you see in extreme sports.

The ache-ache, as in the movie,
When the bullet gives you a back slap -
I'm in this smoke, like a fish in a smokehouse.
Every step is seven-mile,
But who will play whom in this soap opera?

Tired. Let Impala take me to hell.
Life here hits the fuck in a day.
Where smiles with a grin -
We beat the rocks (She)

She nibbles on my brain
To say goodbye to the astral
So I leave with the scandal!
And bitches and money - what happened to me?
We need gangbanging and pick up the pedestals!