Текст песни St1m - Сон для слабаков

Tomorrow you will curse the white light,
But while you're on the dance floor - do sveg.
And even if the morning is hell headache,
And mineral ocean seems too small.

Outgoing calls to the number the night your ex;
And in the head a continuous blackout, as if someone had knocked the brain.
What does all this mean? Mom, do not worry!
Yesterday, it was necessary to listen to what I tell you!

And it is not counted on the credit card zeros couple
Do you remember how every 5 minutes the barman shouted "Lay!"
But then it all tomorrow, but for now the motto is:
Sleep is for wimps! Sleep is for wimps!
Sleep is for wimps! Sleep is for wimps!
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You're in traffic jams to work tomorrow to cut office,
And because of this week spree to be broke.
And again you're asking Sound Hackers put Ivan Dorn,
Although the club - and it is already on your dancing torn.

Common sense says that you need to go to bed;
But you're his offer davishsya laughter.
All thoughts somewhere far away.
And you climb cuddle even to those who are not familiar.

You wake up at home, but, alas, not at home,
And perhaps you will sober, and most likely drunk
But then it all tomorrow, but for now the motto is:
Sleep is for wimps! Sleep is for wimps!
Sleep is for wimps! Sleep is for wimps!
Sleep is for wimps! Sleep is for wimps!