Текст песни Saint Smoker - Паста

the ssana world accepted me once, he did not know
that all his glass laws I will smash
he would not give me to live when I realized right away
that in a suitable person there is a hidden marriage of the soul

I was squeezed into this world
paste from tube and in the mouth of this public
You know, I will say a secret, I was squeezed into this world
passions and panties and misfortunes and stupors

Will you say - in vain? I do not think, because if you are hrenovo,
then how I am always happy to help you
Rows beat the reptiles
And they got, no - it will become clear to us

for the sacred heritage of mass so
I look like Lomonosov in the sun for the last time
these verses hang noodles on your ears
We collect the crop, you are already big, do not bother.

Area in critical mode, heated reactor,
Thoughts awaken only from hundreds of Viagra pills
The idea in the basement lies, and in this wilderness
The condition of the body and soul amorphous.

only forward, does not happen back
The screen kills the eyes in which the thunderstorm sparkles ..
On our packages read the composition
and once didn't like someone such fate

Dreams of this say, but the pressure grows insanely,
squeezed on the brush and confront the teeth
stirred with other mud, and no longer wants to wander
Once I fulfilled my duty, being beyond the vessel

whom will save there - it is unclear while
Step left, step to the right - Baz, you are in a dead end.
I do not let me take rent
While I am a person, not meters pasta in a tube