Текст песни LM - Ностальжи

She is pictured there with expensive champagne,
I and the boys boarded vodka fraternally.
Some kind of left type is picking you up
Although in kilometers, it turns me on.

I’ll carry the whole room to the dicks again.
I’ll break into this bit, scatter brains.
I’ll call a couple of bodies in order to swell,
And until the morning of the head to rake it.

I don’t know, get off with such a question,
No tired of pouring prose about her.
My mom is happy that I write poetry,
But it’s frustrating that I still remember her

Maybe by the age of 25,
I’ll grow up and score on all the jambs,
I’ll score for youth, I’ll score for my district,
And all this will disappear, like an ordinary dream.

In the meantime, here I will be saturated
Memories of the former and the difficult.
I’m a different person, I’m not like you.
For me you are all banal in your own way

While the area was breaking me down and crushing me on the asphalt
You poured dirt on our memory aside
Okay, come on, I'll call you later
Then the grass came, and I already fuck you