панк фракция запорожских распиздяев нищеебов - интро
текст песни

end of October, overslept,
It's time to the station
Vitalik, is already waiting for half an hour
He gave the gases
transplanting from blue to red
I didn’t even open my eyes
We meet, smoke, puss about business
After a couple of hours, I thought why my mother gave birth to me

drag things without clinging anyone, peaceful
the man stops, in Adik with the fucking cashier
Boys, standing, did you change money from the Donbass at the station?
do you know who I am? here are kneads with thieves and they are very dangerous
plants, he says, they say, all of us pussy
And continues to hang on me further?
He says we are not adequate, fuck in the capital?
Pussy in your Zaporozhye, collective farm faces
I agree, nod, he offers to bring us to the house
The situation is exhausted, we are reperns, not spies?
We are waiting for the driver, we smoke, the cashier says that his name is Zhenya and
We have problems, I have some kind of burning in my stomach,
The left side is shot down,
The collapse continues, Zhenya leads us yards
We hide, run into the front door,
Blood is whipping, but it seems to be alive
grab things, run, ask to leave things
Grandmother in the market, until we dot the and
you need to go to the plowman, he will give up, a normal man
order a taxi, jump, white lanos, drove constantly fucked up
Two geliks continue to fall from behind
Zhenya takes out Makarov, shootout, bullets whistle at the ears
I endure, around the corner of the house of the plow, everything will be fine, soon already
We get off the taxi, run into the pad, call the doorbell
Authority opens in a dressing gown, says the adoption of measures begins.
Cars were sipped at the papik, they stopped chasing us
but there are no things or passport, he gasped
exciting day