Текст песни Илья Лиманский - Простые Движения

First, second and so on
Until the end of the term, the distant ones gave
Until the end of the term, years months,
We will not meet until the end of the world.

Stop it mom, I'm not small
In a cramped cell, checkered sky,
Let my wife go in peace
Save your little daughter
Tell her how beautiful I am
Smart, honest and fair fuck
Fool your mother to your granddaughter
Enough for you, my great martyr.

tell mom to my homie
Let him tie it up until he's caught
Yes, shame the bastard, saying that you don't come in?
Mom hurts me! I hesitated!

Day after day, some conversations ...
Parazhniki, buggers and thieves ..
The light bulb cuts the eyes with its light
But that's not what I'm talking about again ...

Take care of yourself mom please
Except for you, nobody cares about me,
There is no one else but you
And there is nowhere else to go for a thorn.

First second and so on ...
First second ... and so on ...