Текст песни Nel - XXIV

Time does not turn - soon 25
Do not be a bore - I do not need to change

I got older in the year, but not serious
There will be songs to his wife, not songs about autumn
Where are your tracks? - All asking me how the interrogation
I was born in a lazy year - 1988
What is my style? Yes, the familiar handwriting
Someone Nat mom will not let me, you can not, but wants
At night, all asleep in the comments, write not
Do not touch the hands of rap that you masturbate.
In 24 years much has changed
For mom, I eldest son. The eldest son has grown.
For the capital I am not a local, without a home, without the bride
For someone genius for someone incompetent.
If you honestly thought the song would be a hell of fun - did not work
The oldest in the 24 word dyspnea
I do not change yourself as not changing my hairstyle
Be serious in your birthday it is too
But I have not changed: the weekend I was drunk and happy
On weekdays, I did not flock to the back office chairs
Honor for friends, devilishly honest to the liver
If honesty like a tattoo, I would have said to myself - beysya
But all this altruism with time only infuriates
Alternatives are only two - or crucified crucified
Laugh - it's birthday - a holiday not sad
And only a song like nothing I have brought to life

Time does not rotate - me soon 25
Do not be a bore - I do not need to change
Time does not turn - I'm 24
Be fun - after all you are in the air