Текст песни Генри Бэсхэ - Падение Сократа

White knees on his shoulders humped
Not only the birthplace of oxygen gives
In the mausoleum of laziness, covering the mat
A new breed opens his mouth

If today I
So I'll die today
Not tomorrow, not after
And probably not last

The years do not go away. Years as a swamp
Mom soap frame. Rama took a loan
Nikolai Ugodnik on the road with Lot
The drama salt troughs

All Pantagruel dance dance in Cali
In the eyes of the patch - kruglyashi coins
And borzeli puppies, and puppies were given
Black salaries by the end of the year

From the peak to the ladies of the cruiser Aurora
With CTP pole, without CSE Socrates
Poured into a glass, the sun hiding in the alignment
Roadside magician went to Stalingrad