Триган a.k.a.Кук - Конечная
текст песни

In memory of failure, this is not a grass.
If you recognized me Zdarov, I am going to fire
Once again, with a hangover, we will stir up something
Knock on the door bitch who is there
And who am I among this mass of people
Each day is less desire for less ideas
You are at first sober up to move on
Without concessions, know how we fucking our
Hour after a new bottle
We are more beautiful than the air soaked in smoke
You do not go all the bitter here
A familiar drink brought a dude you are cool
We’ll ruin the fifty -seventh until morning
I wonder what I will be later
When a dozen second goes
In the meantime, it’s ready for everything

You can write about this endlessly
I don’t know this road is provided
Only soon my final can come
Then we have to have time eternal music

Probably hobbies pursues me
Where was not sneaking a shadow behind me
I don't really want to meet a new day
Put thoughts in a circle scoring
Let's perform the planned after a minute
I got used to it for a long time that it became cool
Make a couple of calls everyone is always busy
Cross out many from memory you disappeared
It is better not to believe for women. It is dangerous
Do not believe fairy tales all this in the right way
This is not sarcasm I remember Napas that
How was it clever and terribly cold
A lot of faces and all stubborn now do not care
He promised to leave many sinterings
I woke up something more precisely lost
I ask you don't ask for this unreal
Squeeze the pedal and leave for fog