Текст песни ГнилаяЛирика - Черный Пароход

Dog as a black steamer runs on the bone,
One on the street as though her bones,
As these fraer tread on her tail,
Their hats embellished in prints from the company guest.

We write from the Urals,
And write that shatters the bitch is really Buran
PR moves in the frame itself zasun prick,
It is not so currently feats, we bitch gang.

Dog, the black boat is no longer in vogue,
So a conversation about the nature,
Thy people, my people.
But it is always a problem, then tucked in his hand.

High-heeled shoes on the stage cabaret, three sixes,
And somewhere below rasstekayutsya all chicks.
We have them on zavёm Amenities,
The night city Ёburge zavёm them to member.

We like Black Linom hidden from the sun,
Silently we watch for where the bear,
And as the goal Fain not at the furnace,
Silence kills zagluzhennyh boxes