Текст песни Два Веслёлых - Новогодная

How
Me
all this fucked up!
I want to end the year and start all over again.
I am lying with a lazy cabbage roll.
Under the blanket.
My body is greasy.
Rolled up - lagged behind. But work with a shaft, feces.
Everything is not enough for her.
The eyes are mandarin.
Moscow does not believe in tears-
- my movie.
I look past somewhere into space.
I move with a mime.
Or a meme, if the memo does not change me.
Fucking movie!
But I almost don't care ...
Trouble is not grief.
All moments of the sea.
And memento mori.
The fate of gifts
Do not spit blood.
Be a help in the house.
At least a little bit.
Burn with Bengal fire.
To spin waltzes with snowflakes.
Don't confuse rams
Wear fresh panties.
Don't touch the death scythe.
Morning dew.
Clear passes, attacks.
Don't make stocks.
Raise the dough at times.
Skip the line at the checkout.
(read it calmly)
In short, don't be a mass.
And just remember ...
Trouble is not grief.
All moments of the sea.
And memento mori.
The fate of gifts
Do not spit blood.
Be a help in the house.
At least a little bit.
Burn with Bengal fire.
To spin waltzes with snowflakes.
Don't confuse rams
Wear fresh panties.
Don't touch the death scythe.
Morning dew.
Clear passes, attacks.
Don't make stocks.
Raise the dough at times.
Skip the line at the checkout.
Holiday greetings
Sisters and Brazy!