Бригадный Подряд - 2013 - Сомнамбула - 10 Гитары
текст песни

Why don't you grow up a son?
Mom shredded a boy in the morning
You are more than your stupid
Life clearly did not crumble your sides!
There are only drug addicts in your group
Also on their neck are sitting with mothers
Full songs - yes empty pockets
Who would have set fire to your damned garage?

Chorus:
Do not give, mom, sons of guitar
Will become a musician - the fuel will slurp
Fender Stratocaster does not bring happiness
Will not feed the son Gibson Thunderbird

Duchi gained on their Internet
Jumping with a guitar - don't dig a hole
Here the neighbors have normal children
Work in the morning - and sleep in the evening
I don't understand your songs
What hurts you, since you are so eating?
Your dog is sneezing from your music
Used to be another youth

Here is your father late at the factory
If only the son was dressed and shod
I used to play in the ensemble too
There was also that Balamut
Dad sighed, moving with nodules
Come on wife, shut up
Not everyone will be born old men.
You know, son, if you want - play

Give, mothers, sons of guitar
Let his dear child pass
And sing from happiness Fender Stratocaster
And reveal the soul Gibson Thunderbird