Текст песни Johnny Taylor - Мне нужен воздух

I need air
I breathe my life on dry
Snotty rest
Give freedom to the insatiable
Wiggle your muzzles
Then shout:
-Show freaks!
My deck-
Eleven shortage of cards. (Ages 36-11 = 25)
I did not delve into
Don't panic
Didn't read
In your eyes
Love was only capital
And did not count
How many are I fucking now
Believe me I didn't lie
That…
Ugh, you're not interested
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Well you bitch spit
To be liberated is cool for us
As in the sky above the city
Over a bunch of dead dogs
And we swim in the club smoke
There is always so little of everything
As small children we need
Wake up without panties
I swam on the bar racks more than once
Mom, you didn't recognize me
What did you experience yesterday
When the world was spinning under the covers

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In my remnants of songs
Looking for a delusional meaning
I will say one thing - the world is small
I'm in the back, turn around