Текст песни SoRT prod. - с утра

In the morning, I understand lazy ass
I go into the kitchen and put the kettle, I cut salad
Coffee or tea, but I poebat
pohavat or on an empty stomach, and back to bed

Then a bastard to get out, but we need to get out
Another cup of tea, and sit down to minus
Again, these voices in my head
I picked up the paper with a pen and start kramsat

the evening I vyibrayus home
It is cool to walk through the area
"Ale ale" bypassing the 3 beeps from the phone
in anticipation of the next marathon

And I do not drink not baryzhu
Thank God I do not smoke do not sniff
It is in a walk
I do not listen to rumors

summer slippers on, and two seasons on ribosomes
I do not strain too much on the issues left
lazily wander through the streets of his native city
always glad to see those whose presence is precious to me

under pivasik or "balantines"
fuck the crisis or no crisis
in diputaty I balatiruyus
in its wake on the peace move

Mouzon knocks background of the tape
will once again be the morning, I'll be home again
The power of words if a word is not gon
but the condom is not only people in uniform