Текст песни ГанZ - Коктейль Ебанутые

Let it be heard a little
But it was, and maybe it is.
People don’t like colored hearts,
People want to see tin.

So calmly, painfully and deeper
We climb under our skin.
Music will accept as a personal psychologist,
Serves mental cripples!

E - e - fucked - e - e - e.

This is a cheap swill, the gloss is not for the lips, but for the eyes.
The spectacle of bread, the worse the better.
Violence is ecstatic.

And tomorrow you’ll have to learn to walk.
Sorry, I'm flying. . .
Who is treated with mud and mud can drink,
Will not say thanks to the doctor.

E - e - fucked - e - e - e.

A bit of irony is gritting your teeth
Bitterness cannot be avoided.
And in the beginning it’s always too sweet
More bile so I can understand.

And everyone is preparing their favorite cocktail,
But the taste and price, as one.
On the walls of the glass is freshly squeezed poison,
Add treasured wrinkles.

E - e - fucked - e - e - e.

Who needs us, the rest of the cocktail
E - e - fucked - e - e - e.