Текст песни feduk - увал

Lines from the soul, like jets from the shower
Stuck under warm water, asleep, tired
From the very morning it seems
I will only be awakened by an ice storm.
In a row, does not cut at all,
already smiling I'm going to the sad kitchen,
Love mom for the porridge on the stove, thanks to dad for the musical genes in me,
e-e-e-e-e-e, in me, e-e, e-e
I go out to the street, hello assholes
I have a concert in my ears, and you have dirty muzzles
behind my back there is a guitar and I'm not keeping my way to bars
I play for mine, it's friendship power
It's a thrill, brother, getting no money,
and traffic from people who drive your tracks on huts
it means that the contribution was not in vain
and that means I'm alive bye