МС БУЯН - Молодега
текст песни

A local slob, but with a big dream
Leave the youth for another neighborhood
I'll scrape together enough money for a place to live
But beer, meth, and salt are always at my disposal

Echoes of the nineties are still here
Khachis picked my pockets, a gun to my temple
Now I stutter and walk around with a knife
And it would be better if it were, bitch
all an empty lie

And these lines are like a sad track
PTSD flashback
PTSD flashback

A guy's word - no,
More like drunken delirium
In my head
In my head

Like a syringe at a teaspoon an hour
The youth sets fire and sucks
And there's only a little left inside
All the dementors in the area are my guests
Like a syringe at a teaspoon an hour
The youth sets fire and sucks
And there's only a little left inside
All the dementors in the area are my guests Guests

Paul the First and the Count de Solie
Dirty money knocks on my door in the middle of the night
But I'm not sleeping,
Although maybe we're all in a bad dream
And if I open my eyes, the young people are gone

But as Guf told me, we're here for now
On the floor is an old mattress and on it is Mademoiselle
She's only twenty, but professional slang
A couple more hours of fucking and I'll get tired of this neighborhood

And I'll write another sad track
PTSD flashback

A guy's word - no,
More like drunken delirium
In my head
In my head

Like a syringe at a teaspoon an hour
The youth sets fire and sucks
And there's only so much left inside
All the dementors in the neighborhood are my guests
Like a syringe at a teaspoon an hour
The youth sets fire and sucks
And there's only so much left inside
All the dementors in the neighborhood are my guests