Птаха a.k.a. Зануда Feat NPM - Обо Всем
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Ptah
Seven for three - twenty -one
Game "Black Jack" And in Russian just in the point
Today you are the king, tomorrow you fell into the lady,
Today you are thieves, tomorrow your ace is torn.
There are different gaskets in life,
But this is normal, be ready to beat a brother
Okay, if you don't fool yourself
Where to get money, for a stable food
How to tighten this nesting doll into a crib
To fall asleep after the docking, after the docking.
God sees all the movement upstairs
Hold on brother, hear? Hold on brother!
And it doesn't matter whether they betrayed or not
Those to whom you trusted as an asshole for so many years.
You should be a loneliness in life
You know, to be honest, it will even be easier.
If there are questions when priests
So, in the cold, demand
Life is like a braid, day like dew
Melting, over the years like beauty
First heart, covered with wrinkles
Then life becomes a simple routine.
And remember first of all, your family
And friends, what? they are friends
They will help you, at night and day
Lavender, advice, and trunk
And remember, do not ask them about anything, about anything
Hoping for their shoulder.

These are just thoughts, so nothing
These are just phrases, so there is nothing
The revolution has nothing to do with
It's just a track, so there is nothing

Boris, Poltinnik
These are just thoughts, so nothing
These are just phrases, so there is nothing
The revolution has nothing to do with
It's just a track, so there is nothing

These are just thoughts, so nothing
These are just phrases, so there is nothing
The revolution has nothing to do with
It's just a track, so there is nothing

Boris
It's just a track so
Before you honestly, as before a doctor
Well, let's start teaching how to live one day,
Burning weekdays, walking with non -paste?
Break again, fracture and drama again
Meaningless words of kilograms, like a phonogram
Everything is on the verge of deception, street karma
This is a street fairy tale, in ??? (Clubs of the plan or something)
Who is a hot bath with a sharp blade
To whom the roof is at home if it does not squeam
To whom the scene, and someone's place of the viewer
Someone accused, someone the prosecutor is here
There are no clear faces, the will of chance
Everything is in the hands of the father, because the father of his son teaches to live
Or the son of his father, now it happens
Kitchen, vodka, knife, neighbor 02
Chronicle of days and fewer moments of joy
This old age comes already in the third of life
Twenty -three years ago I went and my report
And another verse so

Boris, Poltinnik
These are just thoughts, so nothing
These are just phrases, so there is nothing
The revolution has nothing to do with
It's just a track, so there is nothing

These are just thoughts, so nothing
These are just phrases, so there is nothing
The revolution has nothing to do with
It's just a track, so there is nothing

POLTINNIK
The equal share is given at the start to everyone
What you chose, believe me, it doesn’t matter
Stop luring, asking for stupid requests
Then spit and do the things vaguely
And in general, who and why came up with all this?
Tablets, syringes, glue, bags
These tips - they say will calm the nerves
Come on not the last, let's not you first!
Shots flickered in scraps of gray newspapers
Vera remained. There is almost no hope
And this bright light at the end of the tunnel
Rushing a merciless second tribe on the clock
It's like a seed that does not sprout
It's like a bird that does not fly
She like a snake beats with a poisonous ivy
And one more lines about anything ...