Noize MC - Николай Фандеев
текст песни

Nikolai Fandev knew how to unmistakably distinguish natural gays,
Ingenious actors from non-balancing guideners,
Sorry Salieri from the real Wolfgang Amadeev.
He in the word Kleval celebrities, like an eagle liver Prometheus.

Dmitry Nagiyev was spoiled from his articles,
Joseph Prigogin, Dmitry Dyuzhev and many others.
Glory Fandeva thundered not only in Russia,
His feather was afraid of Astana, Minsk and Kiev.

While colleagues kissed the napparties of the legs,
Kohl introduced a password and login, and struck them all in his blog.
Composing your reviews strict
He cut the truth to the uterus, as if the surgeon in female oncology.

His subtle ability to lick other people's creations
Manifested himself at school when he wrote in writings,
What "Gogol - Mudak, Pushkin - Pidar, and this Yesenin -
This is not a poetry at all, his fame is PR plus luck. "

The teachers did not love him, no one loved him;
All girls in the class were confident, that Kolya Debil,
He did not but planted the most terrible of them.
And now he is in the grave, and no one knows who Kolya killed ...

Chorus:
Cloudy day, raindrops continue to fall
On the coffin of the gone genius, drums on the tree.
Cops in the department only bred hands confused -
No one knows who killed Nikolai Fandeva ...
(x2)

His body, if you believe, written in the protocol,
Found the second July, somewhere in the area of ​​the October Field.
I say the body, not the corpse, since the head if I found the day later,
In the green of the beyatuette, somewhere in the suburbs.

The body was identified by hairy palms
With a large number of corns, places are moored to the blood.
By the way, about the blood, it was found in the half-promilla alcohol.
Apparently, Kolya returned from the press conference.

The torso was found almost naked
With the exception of the female pink blouse with a cut so cheerful,
Other clothes did not find how many dogs did not snuff,
Fucking the smell with stuck heaps, in the grass, fuzzled by flies.

Suspects - a lot, no one loved him,
Everyone who knew him was sure that Kohl Debil.
He did not build a house, he did not grow up, the tree did not plan
Now he is in the grave, and no one knows who Kolya killed ...

Chorus:
Cloudy day, raindrops continue to fall
On the coffin of the weed genius drums on the tree.
Cops in the department are bred by the hands of confused
No one knows who killed Nikolai Fandeva ...
(x2)

What a pity that he no longer commetes this song
Will not call me stupid, and my jokes are sorted.
Nowhere will not write: "This is not rap, but chanson and pops!
It's even worse than "dancing", "black boomer" and "crying heaven"! "

What a pity that Pear, who I made him this track,
It is not useful in the hell of the black droin of this person.
How sad that Kohl never understands:
On the fig to me a guitar and why I fucked all the channels in your mouth.

All this is sad, and then the weather is not to hell -
In the sky clouds, drooping wind, rain drops right in the face.
When the genius goes - it's a terrible grief,
At such moments, even cashiers in the funeral office are sad.

In the life of Kolya, no one understood and did not love
Even his relatives were sure that Kohl Debil.
And now any magazine for any loot his article would bought,
But he is already in the grave ... He is already in the grave! And no one knows who Kolya killed ...

Chorus:
Cloudy day, raindrops continue to fall
On the coffin of the gone genius, drums on the tree.
Cops in the department only bred hands confused -
No one knows who killed Nikolai Fandeva ...
(x2)

And no one cried at his funeral,
In addition to the rain, that the language of the shovel of the Capal.
At his funeral, no one cried,
But the Russian critic and spiritual dad went out!

At his funeral, no one cried,
In addition to rain, that the language of shovels
At his funeral, no one cried ...
Nobody fucking!