Текст песни Denza Sin - Квадрат Малевича

Well now I will set the mood,
Negros in the player, and a liter of absinthe?
Beer, port or havchik and money
As I have fucked her mouth, fucking children.
I see, how the hell is called paradise,
I want to listen to the words pizdabolov.
The heart hides forgotten wounds
And dissolved in whiskey and pain.
This winter I'm so nastoebala,
Slontsa not see the second week.
Spring is coming, we whisper: "Meet"
I know her and I do not believe it.
View from the window to scare the hero,
Soul captivate those pesky walls.
This rassatnike no rest,
In the battle through the thorns to disease and death.
Morning bites into the vein through the skin,
How can you not alcoholics do not become depressed.
Grey crowd and whorish muzzle,
So as not to throw up for in strength.
I say: "Vnature misanthrope"
I finished his spit and shout: "The creatures lick the floor!".
Yes, the world of color - square of Malevich,
I love him so much. Goodbye. Again until the evening.