Hash Tag - Босиком
текст песни

Someone charges pistols, but someone bong
All of us is surrounded by space, my friend, this is the law
Children are scared in the world of adults, our thoughts have become wax, my friend, this is a corral
Paranoid cynic, money became the main goal - you rely a lot of language
Sometimes we are a little wedge. I put everything on the con and leaving here barefoot

I:
Brother at brother, for any: thunderstorm, sky, flood, pus.
Of bread,
Money,
Spectacles - we are not dented by war
AND...
Then not no. You reason like a sick.
Your dealer is Dr. Zoyberg, he sells micro

Soon we will wake up, perhaps after years, in search of a cane
Here
Skin color is not important
Here
Only the color of the bone is important

In St. Petersburg I'm nonresident
On TV Urgant and Posner
For morons, I'm fashionable
Although in the real collective farmer

See ...

We are alive with this, brother ..
Sataman, Babilon: He needs a soldier
Call me "Russian Vanya", all my childhood I was pulling a plow
You are unique as kanye, and blow more than Snoop

See ...

I hope you will see soon
Living is getting better. Moreover, Hitler Kaput
Where is all the money Lebovsky?
All of them are in the very center, where the corpse lies

You are worried about in vain, here in the dark arch they give stump
Such is the rite, the whole fast food is eaten here
Slovers contrast - we are inhibiting a muddy pond
Barely sees a fish eye, and my fellow countrymen salute ..

Someone charges pistols, but someone bong
All of us is surrounded by space, my friend, this is the law
Children are scared in the world of adults, our thoughts have become wax, my friend, this is a corral
Paranoid cynic, money became the main goal - you rely a lot of language
Sometimes we are a little wedge. I put everything on the con and leaving here barefoot ..