Текст песни госпиталь номер смерть - честная

[uuu-yeah]
your failure is not my fault
[uuu-yeah]
I'd like to pick up the final.
[uuu-yeah]
it's not about technology, it's about
[uuu-yeah]
who speaks into the microphone.

guys rarely remember manners,
And the nightmares of the queues are increasingly cutting sleep
all around a shabby syllable, ignorance and a low grade,
and I am that maiden from art * are you sure a sound engineer? *
here
I don't have enough punch and talent,
but I'll crawl through the sheets and to the finale.
taught from childhood not to fight, but to ask,
I'll ask for a prize, and you give me your place.
sorry,
through the double solid
I rush higher
and only Fiji can bring us together.
on a date? if only in a cube to Kim,
even there the road is busy, you gave it to me.
die is cast.
then everything is clear, in general,
give me the prizes right away, it will be easier for all of us.
leave your claims to yourself, you are weak in the battle,
be men, give in to a girl.

[uuu-yeah]
your failure is not my fault
[uuu-yeah]
I'd like to pick up the final.
[uuu-yeah]
it's not about technology, it's about
[uuu-yeah]
who speaks into the microphone.