Сережа Местный и 94 зима - ТТ
текст песни

There are no incurable ones, they will not be accepted upstairs
Gave shit in response to take it accumulated by the rampart
No need to blow in your ears, your wound has become a pit
Mom forgive my son ruined the trifle early

Your idol was Tony Montana all the way,
Now you are managing manda fucking
You say you would get up without problems
And he looked at him like you but without

Here, like a screw, you need to spin around the axis
Otherwise the screws will twist in the lids and in the grave
Everyone dreams that it was there in your pocket, do not stretch the oilist on a velvet sofa

So as not Dima’s torn but to remain sincere
And the cross is not from the finger to the show and under the shirt on the neck so that on the against the girl and not the trace in the civilian will bent not in the entrance but an old man in pajamas

Squeezed but not loot squeezed underwear
So that milk languishes in the saucepan on the stove
Not skinny faces but to a native child
You wait a catch, I'll go, I'll go

Here the Golden Horde in Salad jellies
I would have gillette on their neck with a razor
Although what a cunt is with a magic stick
How do not fuck you to raise real grandmas

Scattered Lava to the right and left
But before every week I would not wash my nerves
I was sure of me to please them
Having set life under the bitch but I'm not so brought up

I'm at a table at a studio on a wooden chair
Not on the sofa of the skin with a covered elastic
My house is not a cottage of an elite district
Clothing cabinet in the course, I do not pursue fashion

Not born in ingots, but everything will be cool
Main in order to leave for me not to confuse there
Otherwise it happens that it was spinning
Did not understand others confused.

Chorus:


There are no incurable ones, they will not be accepted upstairs
Gave shit in response to take it accumulated by the rampart
No need to blow in your ears, your wound has become a pit
Mom forgive her son ruined the trifle early [2x]

Again my dreams are in love, I float in the winter
Again we are waiting until spring, it gives me an incentive
I am the shore on the shore beautiful
Where the waves melt past there in the summer they wear Tina

Let me now warm these feelings now
You are warm for me, thank Madame Art
It was so skillfully noodles very tasty
Now the evening with a feeling with arrangement, sadness

Your decisions are no more expensive a couple of lines
Smoking will kill in the dark he sculpts points
Brew coffee stronger than one that evening
I know the time heals but I will be treated for a repchik.

Chorus:

There are no incurable ones, they will not be accepted upstairs
Gave shit in response to take it accumulated by the rampart
No need to blow in your ears, your wound has become a pit
Mom forgive her son ruined the trifle early.