Текст песни Jubilee - Угадай, Кто

Usually unshaven mug morning
It feels like a broken Christmas ball
My path led to Yoshkar Ola soles
I'm like a tiger without fangs, who lost kite wing
How many in the last year
To confuse the enemy friends
But do not change yourself
I sounds fresh and without chatter bits
I do not know life without pens and depressnyak
Rotten as a person march, but as a fresh bouquet of flowers
My fucking lexicon
and weighs a hundred tons
And all of it is all the same words
Stress, booze, and Cadet city entrance
The area where the bun like more
what Carlson and Bok
Ketanov does not help - in the jaw pain
And if the day is calm without depressnyak
I will sing with joy as the Presnyakov
And yet a bit freestyle,
the rain drumming through the glass