Текст песни Даниил Шургальский - Немного грусти, немного мата.

A bit of sadness
A little mat.
Let go first
Then the reckoning.
Into the pillow of tears
A bit of hops.
Poetry and prose
So that the strings sang.

Broken cell phone
Closed in contact.
All people are pigs.
All pigs are brothers.
To separation
Popcorn in the bed.
Where are you bitch
In fact?

I was calm
Now platooned.
Landscaped
And sober, sort of.
What do you want?
Which temples?
Brains masturbate me
Not a day without drama.

And what is the result?
And what is left over?
You're on the doorstep
I'm sedimented.
Stranded aground
A bog in the swamp.
I am not Othello.
I'm at work.

Go fuck you
The guinea pig.
I'm not your plowman
Not a half.
And even nearby
It didn’t stand here.
Everything was for nothing
All is not enough for you.

You will find a prince
On a white pony.
Let only a tit
Lives in captivity.
Did you want it that way?
Take it with interest.
Body piece
Take with you.

All women are bitch
No. I am not harmful.
Cause I'm not the first
And not the last ...