Текст песни FPG - Ебанутый

How fucking hot summer, when twenty-five plus,
In the shadow of puffed food slowly clog,
Spitting wearily out of the window, inhaling the acrid haze,
But what do you do - when the plan ends?

As zaebis winter cold, collapsing into the entrance
And there stir up a New Year fucking punk Congress:
A bottle of vodka, a glass, a neighbor hit hard in the eye,
But what do you do - when the end brew?

As zaebis have friends battalions whores,
As the night with them warmer, warm and fun.
As zaebis inserted into them, hitting without looking,
But what do you do - when the whore would get?

What! You! Will! Do!

When your money is gone - brew goes along with them.
You forget without a plan - two minutes later.
Damn leave without attention - and it will remove someone.
And only one thing remains unchanged - that I fucked!

I ёbnuty!