Текст песни Волчонок - проскачи на красный

On the periphery of a snowy country
In the city of N.
In the center of Sarne
Blind lifeline
Writes the club

CHORUS.
Red light slip
And shoots just somewhere
Maybe I will be, I still semi, but how does the man
I have a hundred lives, plus immunity and reservation, ha ha

I dreamed of first love
And white snow under the nose
That day I just got up and went for an overtody
There are kings, here paws, sat
In a familiar to pain cafes
Tamper phrases in
Closed costs
Spearly sprinkling Salt Fries
I am sending hope for the ozone layer, and
Again with drunken eyes on yourself in shreds clothes,
In the subway broke in half
Return or pour one hundred grams
Do not sleep in the entrance
And suffer pairs not to the place,
You come to me, like and I
"Yes" but also somehow "no"
I'm not enough here, you believe who loves
Yes, and I also somehow dislike them,
"By itself, jackal" a glass of violent egocentrism
Views down, but desires still be closer.
And what are offended then?