Текст песни Chip - Билет в один конец

I sell or be sold?
The rulers of Ile subjects?
Lunch or cook
With bloated gonor?
Ask for a bouton clown?!
As if it would be poring me on prizes,
What in the sense of my message?

And where we do not see - the deeper ocean thoughts
You don't need an etude - you don't go finalists
Say in truth - remind you a bath sheet
Whose stick to the sake of the Slavs

Well, yes, try and work - the downtime
But I don't give a shit - remain in pawns, strangely not reson
And to break through - do not need a whole garrison
I like a ray of the sun - the limit is my horizon

I do not like dirt, but dirt is necessary
Yes you don't see the connection - but people too pig
Give them crucia and tin for them Perfomance
They are all clouded, and I want to

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The game gives us chances - we put on masks,
The game gives us tickets, and we are waiting for tips,
As a result, our road is the entire balcony parapet,
And with each meter, getting close end (x2)