Текст песни истина в вине - прощальное письмо

Write me a farewell letter
I promise that I will read and pay
words of my leaves will fall on the asphalt
And in this case, too, there is some kind of joy

Rules How to live was written by blood on concrete
but I am that bastard that will never come
Neither to you
The first day of spring has come
And my autumn smoothly flows in winter
But it is hardly able to be used to be passive
They say "Go forward", but what to do, if more fucking does not take
a period of joy, the period of sadness - all one tomorrow contemplate
But I am the wanderer who did not describe Vladimir Dal
Overloading information is a slow suicide
Even worse than cheap beer and play in the morning
and fucking still do if you are halfup
Tomorrow new joy
Sasha and Capacks will come to Sachet and Capaccia
and I again reiterate
And how not to twist happiness not to feel
Even if the sixth bottle is
When Fate David fucks me prash
I unlikely to take off? "
And so everything is clear

Write me a farewell letter
I promise that I will read and pay
words of my leaves will fall on the asphalt
And in this case, too, there is some kind of joy

everything will pass, first only beat an individual
Capex signed up with Powavin Divizhe
good that not joy and did not hipe it like curtis
and I came to Rureek under the sound of scab-scab-scab
and frozen looked kiosk
When I pussy went to gig
Now physically bad
remember that there is a friend of Tusyl familiar pussy
I didn't even see her, here's meant
wrote then the reap and went to the turnips
But it seems dead when I saw Nyudas
Will not be surprised if they are sold
At that moment I clearly understood the track of Kirill about webcam
I hope I will never let down from the leash
Well, something like this