krov - дай мне год, я взорву
текст песни

I remember names
but they are in the past
they talk about vulgar things
talk about small things
are destroyed in passing
someone's stepfather is drunk
home past the panel
home in the same panel
there are no careful and gentle people here
it's dim and careless here
I remember their words
they wanted to mean something
they wanted everything differently
marching on heads
and quietly hold hands together
to the kiosk.orbits per ruble
give me a year and I'll blow it up
give me a year, I'll blow it up