Текст песни the Chemodan - в пиджаке и ноздри в муке

rap is not the last and not the first, I do not play on the nerves
it's not a bad necro and minus Negro
Follow sonny, it is too early
Your child wants to be like Dima Bilan
looking in the mirror sees lights in the distance
Well hairbrush in his hand in his jacket and nostrils in flour
Okay, I promise ... until the stone with my name on not cry
.... .. Heap cache your mother here .. production like this and f ** PWM porridge
say that they should be forgotten veins
whether these Lena without pain ethylene
someone loves harder, thinking not so uzkkaya
evenings mouth rinses fair-haired Russian
believe in, any blouse - morning comes
the sun will rise and the country nai ** t my people
mother's face that eaten years
as free people on the street & quot; free & quot ;?
here it is one ounce Well
he loves her, but in his hand kitchen knife

(2 times)
avast! life could be different
as without Noah's Ark, I say & quot; not Noah! & quot;
pain! but I do not whine - is pus!
got it ?! I do not whine - is pus!