Текст песни Ёж - если ебать , то королев

Steal, so a million, if to fuck, the queens
On your dick gave Caen, you fucking pontorez
I'm another year older, we do not We'll Live to a hundred years
Two pills on the table, I was on the dick to people

Most chёknuty poet as always, here is easier
Not lost in the crowd - was left in front of everybody
From the dirty porches, on a clean bed
I poured into the trash killed to rhyme in a dream

Under a leaden sky ears have even the walls
Sooner or later, will inevitably come fucking
Soaking wet in the rain, to the bone
Lighter in his hand in his pocket, or wear brass knuckles

Well there where we do not, there is no light in the basement
I went down into the ground - it's dark like in the crypt
In his track frame is actually all idle talk
Deep at the bottom of the line caused a thrill

I forget their texts as whores names
Which previously we had somewhere in the hut with friends
The arrest of guys give birth at the hands of department
But again I would notice musarskoy patrol in the dark

I'm under a leaden sky like a blanket full of holes
I am not warm summer - music is my cell
I am attached to it, like a patient in bed
While the guys from the city lose their heads in the week

Whether you are in the body - it does not help
If a cold knife edges huynut Intermedia
Goose bumps in heavy sky kites
This is not a movie, but it seems so

In this world, each of which is missing
My Russian Jam - and someone Camp
Starshikov taught to always do the right thing
And pizdabolov leave blood on the tiles

I do not live according to the schedule without humor as Marfin
Normal parnyaga, and no rich wafers
In verses really bitter as aloes
Sebi on dick if call it a trick