BES - Августин
текст песни

[Verse 1]
City in fog, cold, teeth knocked
I'm walking along the edge now, my hands in my pocket, sadness
In my head I was drunk, I lack tolerance
I can't be glad for sorry, because the world overtakes a step
I'm not you - I'm Augustine, let go very well
Someone had to someone and did not live until the morning
On the wall, the text is careful, here the Internet is not good
A pair of meters from the urgent, the youngsters are packed by the boies
Cats are hiding on the heart, sickening
Ma, how to be good here?
City in fog, people are beckoning, Toko Mani
You believe them as deceived, and do not look for the company
I'm going somewhere for somewhere to how much one again
Having estimated a new motive, my style is [?]
But not about this, telling the whole chain of her
I have been protesting here from childhood
Look, ma, at this fool, got on a walk
Pulling the skirt shorter, spongly painted with a brighter
The star of this night for sure, ask what?
But she is someone's daughter, fucking is a boy

They want to lure me everything, make me think how they
All day they drip on the brains, but I will not like them
It won't

[Chorus]
They want to lure me everything, make me think how they
They drip on the brains all day, but I'm never in the paws of the media
There will not be a bitch, it won't, it won't be like that
They want to lure me everything, make me think how they
They drip on the brains all day, but I'm never in the paws of the media
There will not be a bitch, it won't, it won't be like that

[Verse 2]
My city is small, fucking, compten
Either gypsies, then gopniks, their flocks of unemployed
The amount is inhabited near the amount, and collect for the amounts
They take, kill, they want to do there
And I live in this, what to do with it is not fucking
I don’t take sorri neighbors, I love guests, but I don't call
I do not blush and do not lie, because I'm not talking to anyone
I go glazed at the moon, all year the last dejavu

Morning, an alarm clock, rusty water from under the crane
Like tea from a glass, my boss is like a woman
Complains about a woman that there are no grandmas
Lunch buckwheat, snow, evening, rather lie down

City in fog, cold, teeth knocked
I'm walking along the edge now, my hands in my pocket, sadness
In my head, I fanned, as after the book of Dostoevsky
In the world unnatural, how not to be mediocre?
Do not find yourself? It's easier to find a needle in a haystack
We are systemic blades, here we all hold the plow alone
I didn’t sow, so stole it, but sowed, so go
Everything is simple, all in height, according to GOST

And so every day in the world in the world, where the spite is eternal
I feel like in the seal of raisins
What the whine there?

[Chorus]
They want to lure me everything, make me think how they
They drip on the brains all day, but I'm never in the paws of the media
There will not be a bitch, it won't, it won't be like that
They want to lure me everything, make me think how they
They drip on the brains all day, but I'm never in the paws of the media
There will not be a bitch, it won't, it won't be like that
They want to lure me everything, make me think how they
They drip on the brains all day, but I'm never in the paws of the media
There will not be a bitch, it won't, it won't be like that
They want to lure me everything, make me think how they
They drip on the brains all day, but I'm never in the paws of the media
There will not be a bitch, it won't, it won't be like that