Текст песни IFK - La Vita Fragile

Of the 90 I got an adult
Cult, stylish, very ambitious -
Perfect product of the liberal doctrine.
I'm not one of those who has a shop window,
But entropy leaked out, even in my wallet, the rest does not matter.
I do not believe in tomorrow, no crisp bills and available girls.
So perish the new Russian Aramis.
Whoever keeps the whole of Moscow - a great guy.
He's a pimp, a psychic or a writer.
It is necessary to click on the muscles, de-energize the brain.
Be a man, and be cruel!
In the hard world do not yawn:
Hold on to your hi-fi.
So frustrating to fall down.
Bastard, stop.
Easy Money. Sweet life.
Weak legs. Slippery cornice.
I set up to steal and burn your life with style.
You on the avenue rosshey not understand ....
We forgot to warn about the total default.
Bad call to a posh resort.
The office burned down, they stole the baby - so ended my race.
Death on credit, as bequeathed Celine.
With poster winked pidovka Ricky Martin.
Vodka, whiskey, rum, tequila, gin and wine.
I looked through the open window.
Dirty money. fragile life
Weak nerves. A narrow ledge.
The world is melting like candy. Everything comes to an end.