Proba - Метели
текст песни

A! We divide these snowstorms in any of the days of the week
After a weekend on Monday in an icy bed
16 -storey house, in it guys in the subject
Guys are laid below, on the roof of the snowstorms
- Are you fucking? There, from here, for no reason ..
- Come on, do not drive, the kid has wire!
We are still young, we treat our heads with hunger
And on the street and at home, snow gave us something new!

Chorus:
These problems with cops, these gaps in lines pancake
These scandals with a stomp, these words and all then
These killed crosses, there is no lavender in life
These stupid questions "Where are you doing conscience?"

These problems with cops, these gaps in lines pancake
These scandals with a stomp, these words and all then
These killed crosses, there is no lavender in life
These stupid questions "Where are you going to work?"

Shee ... dollars or rubles in a tube
These snowstorms inhaled and could not sleep for a long time
And residents of different places of land will understand me
Who was at least once tormented, whom the patrols grazed
GNA lets saliva, I let the snot
I did not wait for such a snowstorm, Dali signed on the windows
All mirrors stained, in the pocket of zeros
Now I would read books Aka Keys boots
Nicotine is sick, and wants to get out of the chest and tell me "cool"
On the radio Gunddosit Spleen - bends the lines
And we cut the loops by taxi
As one type said, there are two winters
For all 100 he was right, do not twist here
Fanari, wide pants, wide pupils are already burning, we choose the ways
To reach spring, do not fold your hands.
Try to survive, at the sight of the moon I want to howl
- Mom, leave me alone! The cold cannot be stopped
- You can cure.
- What?! ... if you know what to treat ..
Here we shared snowstorms, we suffered losses
Fate is not a film - not glue it with glue
All these trifles, sketches sketch with a brush
Where next to the snowstorm is a mirror, plastic visa ...

I did not torment or torment! There is no strength for this!
It’s too late to start.
Helga is not. I asked!
I hate this rubbish;
Where the alleys are relative, where the bridges do not breed
Believe me, to my pussy! I am at my stop!
With fume after Gorky, I'm persistent
I will catch the drive on a deuce, I will give a hundred
Keys if I do not lose, then immediately in the bed
On the body of colic, a yard with gopes at a table
Winter, blizzard, cold ... Spring is still far
Holy water. A blizzard is expected tomorrow
As always! Wake, here's the trouble ...
6:15 in the morning in the ceiling of the eye, on the mouth of the smell of shit
No mineral water sip, no dough on the mobile
Hashes from Bodun, dress a jacket and PS, 312 a!
I’ll manage the cop not to embarrass his mug
He is gray, I am green. We are not at all like
The state is negligible. And well, you can live in a difficult pose
On one leg, the dryer gnaws.
Someone knocks on ICQ, well, I will be later!
PDA there, stylus. The hand is shaking. Toto!
In general, there are its blizzards, saliva, themes and speeds
Your weeks, pills and drops of conscience!