Рубин, Дездемон Сидоров и Greensheet - Холодно
текст песни

I'm running naked in this country
Hiding behind scraps of old newspapers,
Gathering shit of empty yards
Choosing words from rhymed stanzas

Cold

Build a mausoleum for yourself next to the first
Put two idiots with a rifle
Now it is empty, but it's not long,
I will become a hero, and then I will hang

Cold

In dark forests, silence and only
Only a certain bird knocks very loudly
Only a kind of bird rubs me something,
Why are you, fucking, treating, woodpecker

Cold

Torn voice and crowds of people
Wedding, commemoration, if only vodka would be
My birthday I hate
All happiness desires, but to me

Cold

I think I'm breathing out of boredom
Politics Permanation and other evil spirits,
My brain has become brutal, he needs meat
Fuck on the slogans of vegetarians

Cold

But there is no breadry and no bread
And sex on an empty stomach is more pleasant
Relations in the kitchen under the smells of onions,
I curse an open window

Cold

Turn on the TV there are only idiots
Call themselves in front of the mirror to paw
I am sending all this to a dick!
Nothing to do and I take vodka

Cold

Finally warmed up
I missed her
It burns the stomach
And pounds in the brains

Street-two
To be drunk
To peel fagots
So that they have everything

Cold!