Текст песни Corones - Трезвый

Okay, I'll be honest, I was sober for the first time
In the studio to record the songs fucking
It may be fresh, but vesёlnye
Maybe hair cut at the bald, and you spit zapletёsh
By Morse, or with fresh juice
Crowd continues to acquire gait
And you're in a submarine, with throat ruportom efforts on
Not Grab cap, have pity on his girlfriend
Do not hire prostushek not brag gun
They're all the deer in the pants with a rattle
Remember your mother, the mother of his beloved homeland
Somewhere nearby obolon buy 2 liters
And continue in the company of warm friends
That throw you through a dick to the neighbors will throw you to the neighbors
And you're like a dog tied to a social network
Missing the opportunity a couple of ladies otzharit
Or meet the dawn on the parapet
And then home all in the branches
Dressed all clear, however, in the fashion of Prada
Or something more in ugah guys Kaifu in ugah guys on a high.
And we Kaifu certain things currently roil
Who than can let people help
And who is Putin and his brother Medvedev
It Putinka which under the second under the light
To fuck it pale, but as a nimble female bunny
And his subordinate deftly blushes
Strengthen all the protection, all madzhahetov Forums
Just a little tolerate the approach and back
That fucking afford wool unrolled on the shelves
I even remote from the telly is broken in this sense is the whole fucking
I cut off his hand with a file
Under normal bitochek went to the clinic
Do not take drugs, vodka did not drink with your friends
Not rode Gelika not obscure schschi
I do not wear jeans narrowed, not throwing Ridge
Like blondes, and a horizontal bar in the morning
In summer, the warm beer career by swimming
I would bathe in it but the prohibition bro
I'd built himself a house and ahuenny would bardel in it.