Острофски - Загоны
текст песни

it's not at all
What will you leave for later
You will be with anger in the eyes
Or with fear
Slowing down later
Or pinching the bong
Remember
that everything in this world has a result
The corns of the corrals
pens of the corrals of the corrals I drown
This boshka makes you lose your head
like a storm and I'm on the raft
And I drown in this world, I'm going to the bottom
I ate a pood of salt, and sniffed even more
I was cooked, but I never became a soup
Love gave me a bitch
But I really wanted to love my grandchildren
All life is like a game in dolls
I stuck in the subject, continuing running in a circle
Here my freedom is the fifth corner
which prevents the cat, to see the world round

Google will not help to understand me
By nature muddy,
But this is not my fault
Do not understand my fool
What says Chiks
The boy changes pipes
on the face of face
Is there anyone else on these streets?
I need your votes
So the deputy in the election will say
And we will answer yes!
They promise order
We are devoured by a mess
The law issues whores
but marriage marriage
man for himself an enemy
About the times about morals Brrat
Million -a -carat millions diamond
will make life sweeter
But will there be a sunset
You will not drip your eyes
Going to the room
There will be no such lights
that they will die out in the morning
will not crush
urban bustle
There will be nothing
What gave me here
it would probably be cool

So thought and blew
The wind blew, the drummer rumble
The corns of the corrals
In the Okhovs on the Law chain
on the knees at the icons
the cartridge does not solve
like a tightly clogged scythe
I have not gone out of fashion
Just went out
And who drives here
The question is rather meaningless
Some result is buried in these lines
these lines are the fruit that gives my brain
I am not one of those who are expanded
And someone will say for sure
what kind of bullshit he drives us here
I wrote it myself and this is what I understood
Going beyond you remain a background
you are the main thing to remember this
There is something in this
Conscience outside the zone
I didn't pay for her
Happiness tax
will raise the dead from the graves
pens of the corrals of the corrals I drown
This boshka makes you lose your head