Неизвестен - Гимн звукорежиссёра
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Grasped the stomach at seven in the morning
Stop sleeping - they say it's time to poke
But of course they did not give a call
And some client, vessels
And of course, everyone burns everything
- And above it was yesterday, says
Ah, I tell him: - Wait ...
My stomach grabbed

The cherished door opens
There is a piece of paper toilet
Her fate is heavy
Wipe someone else's shit

Well, what I am!
I'm better for me, chtol? !!
Dick in someone else's shit every day
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The microphone and the actor farts
Yes, the actor is still nonsense
Vocalist, this is the trouble
True, or something of the singers
Resonators instead of brains

And after all, the goats are not singing, but they yell!
Slodes, saliva, fake, pound, horses
Coffee with a cake and goodbai!
And you sit, then scoop up!

Yes, there was a mistake with the profession
I myself, like that piece
Wipe
Must a sound engineer!

But I am still, so a little about
I will turn off the phone and break into the toilet
Better I will be friends with a piece of paper
In misfortune with a comrade, to live nearby!
There is no room better than my classes
Only there, there is all the answer
Only bright thoughts in its walls
Everything, good, quit - nah!