Последний Бал Наташи Ростовой - Сирия и Паша
текст песни

And you ask how my business? shit
I'm tired of looking at the Circus of freaks around,
Take your ticket back, expel me
from under the tent, you can even with the use of hands
I'm just too shy for a person capable
stand in the middle of a "closed show" and scream
"Your film is shit and insanity and discuss it seriously
So do not respect your time and brains ”
That is, the standard thoughts of Alexander Gordon
Unfortunately I, like the rest, is a bastard
And no matter how much I want, not a ray at all
Sveta in the Dark Kingdom, but none of you are better.
people, don't listen to psychologists be closed and more often
Close yourself in yourself, do not let your bile into the light,
it is already quite packed
So I don't even understand what Armstrong sang.
I run out into the street to the nearest passerby
I hug and scream in his squeamish face
"Let's crush instincts in ourselves, we are not animals
Let's be heroes and people in which I used to believe "
but in response, the dumb reproach of the type "should be drunk less
Go prime, so you have to get drunk. "
And then I'm going to watch a cartoon sponge bob
square pants, pick up a pen and notebook
And I am learning from the protagonist to be more joyful and cheerful,
Living among rude fish at the bottom
Of course I am a gray and limited glory, because I don't know how
appreciate and use what I have
But I know one secret of the postgraduate -
Our world is getting worse every year,
And no matter what power you resist the current
The end is inevitable and you need to come to terms.
Dissolve during

Dance

dissolve for days or pushing
Our ship to the abyss, this is even more honest
There are a bunch of gibbons like children from the ODD FUCHY living
According to the principles of koprofag, the Marquis de Sad
although it is stupid and ugly and no better,
How to build the kingdom of reason on earth. This is not necessary.
For you there will never be real democracy and communism,
unless of course there is no next life
dissolve for days, then
Do not burn his cowardice like Joseph Bruce Isme
dissolve during this, in this will help you
Love, she is enough for everyone
She hits in the air, settles on your skin,
When a frivolous dress flies past.
For example, when you sit at the airport with a cup of coffee.
This is a place of concentration of emotions,
And for love, there is definitely a place,
although of course everyone, on the atmosphere, do not care
There is a longing for separation and the joy of the meeting,
There is a premonition of happiness, small, of course,
The clerks running with a passport for registration
There are smiles of girls who have already tinted the races
tan. I love to look at giant
Air ships soaring into heavenly space
like feathers taking people from worries
and from phone calls like to fly
And they see the sky, feel like birds
through an insignificant window, and only those who do not sleep
but I would not sleep, dear scientists
Please do not invent the wings to people
Do not give the opportunity to fly to everyone who wants
I would close the path to the sky
You know people, they will make the stars march
and fall for money, subordinate birds
their wretched laws for morons will break clouds
and painted with tags, they will fly everywhere
Air cops
you just dissolve during

Dance

And in general, there is no violence
Remove your green hands from Syria

Pasha stop eliminating pigeons
this is generally not funny at least killing at least kill