Текст песни Гарри Топор - Шерше Ля Фам

[Verse 2] Harry Axe

Crime nineties. Force Majeure.
There altercation yard to yard.
Dark with light,
It Night Watch.

Calf in the 102nd says:
& quot; Everything, now you're my ax & quot;
And unbuttoning his pants to me,
Understand, I am a bad dancer.

We are in St. Petersburg,
You know, what's our home.
To make coffee in Turku
We're going to Istanbul with the knife.

At the head hood
This type of rain as drums or what?
Or Chef on the channel & quot; hundred & quot;
Hammering in the TV show?

We all drove you to repite,
But Man, you have no flow!
Harry Toporetsky again under siege,
Hayter beat his forehead against the wall.

I pour coffee methadone
... Pro.
All the enemies of the stomach vsporov
You can get a gallon of blood.

I do not care to your area,
I'll knock you to the jug,
Your calf drinks trophy,
Sniffs gram per night.

I came here, here,
To you can fight in the neck,
And hid her corpse for a ring,
Cherche la femme.