Текст песни Время Срать - Жалоба

I wrote my complaint
On cellulosic factory
Where they produce paper
For japs and fill people

I'm afraid - and in a mercury
Wash my hand crashes
I die and she is with me -
Motorphobia

Rolls of poor quality
Paper all thinner and here
I spend a large number
Scraps. Pointed factory

I began to fold them twice
So that your finger does not get
And soon I will have three times
And quarrelly to seen them