Текст песни Dima Н.М.З. - Без слов, все это прахавали

And the guys on the paddocks tobacco with white interfere
And I will ever be corrected, I promise
But it’s not the main thing
The redness in the eyes of the living standards pass
And this in the lungs of mercury will remind in the future
What were we canine monsters
Turn back and live again all
Without falling into the tricks of urban slums
Sit down again and study better
Do not smoke or thump do not bliss in Russian
But I will forget all these dreams like yesterday’s dream
I’ll fly to the astral having taken the car
And I’m not alone in this porridge
Of those who want to escape from the whores of whores
Of those who want to change and not be sick
To smile without hats, to be clockwork without salts
And here, and so everything is clear without words
Play with fire throwing your catch
And I play but already specialist
Although I almost changed I did well
But we have here, all the while joking
we have fun live all the hats yes the pipes
Dreams miss the guys, on the hook of this fishing rod
Dick knows somewhere in a marathon and in a loop for a fool
And they are pinned by all this
After all, he who laughs deeply takes a deep drag