Текст песни Yung Дрын - Соль

I'm a drunk next door, fucked up from the elbow
Rashka put these rags on me
My friends inject salt, but they are not happy
And I fuck with them more than a ton

Fuck more than a ton
Fuck is over normal
Fuck more than a ton
Fucking more than normal

I was raised only by my mother
Mom gave me salt
And I wrote poetry at school
I wrote about the properties of salt
Every schoolboy is a victim of fashion
Where shit, fuck freedom
My guys were lying here
My basement is my hut
On the wall numbers 228
We ask the pharmacy for tincture again
We will arrange an action, we will arrange a session
Only with salt am I sinless
All the turnstiles will fall today
After seeing my veins
And Russia will fall to its knees, Sad Boy came out of the shadows

I'm an alcoholic neighbor, fucked up from the elbow
Rashka put these rags on me
My friends inject salt, but they are not happy
And I fuck with them more than a ton

Fuck more than a ton
Fucking more than normal
Fuck more than a ton
Fuck is over normal