Test Son - Ситуация
текст песни

To understand, turn on the imagination
Trying to correct the situation
Be a mundane film attraction
Rejection of everything that relatives said
They were kind for you, but believe me not evil
Hold on a friend, nearby and so the situation is heating
The fault of the word, and values, do not let yourself be broken
Do not raise your hand, I will answer for you as before
They will not find problems anymore take care of yourself
And I'm running on
I ran away from home, but not a bumy type, all the more
After all, only homeless people cannot remove homemade porn
It is difficult to find a refuge where to throw things from Milf
Take a breath, turn on the camera, the record went, I am in the next elevator
Raise me to the floor higher, straight to the roof
As before with guys, you hear from the door to the stairs, you hear from the door of the door
The sound of the sirens of the car, someone asks to drive away by the walkie -talkie
Running out into the street at 4:20, enough fat
Paul world briefly
Expat or immigrant
Too dared to leave everything behind
You cannot cleanse yourself from sins without recognizing them
This is the entertainment or proof that it is impossible to live
We got so close, the same relationship is careful
They will throw you, they lie to you, go the first
She is someone's daughter, it's funny because I'm someone's son
Are you ashamed now? No, everything has cooled down, behind
At least relatives stopped dripping on the brains
(1:22)
How many texts I wrote and just one demo
I ran around the free city loaded Emka
I asked everyone who was involved in the escape, I was looking for a traitor
But everyone says look under the nose, the traitor is possible myself
Corey said this shame but I like it here
With grief, the heart hurt another label hang
On the whole way that he paved himself
The plane is scored there are no tickets, I'm so afraid of the heights of mothers
Dads, your teachings are light, but they will not be enough for the whole way
Although we are the same, I worship another god
Different and please do not say all in your father, please do not say again, the smile leaves the face
You feel the difference, although you stopped feeling
Yes, I lied, many, even though I can’t stand it myself
Yes, I killed inside, I will shit flame flame fire
Yes, I disappeared from each of my life, but why do they need me well?
Radical changes in life and the situation
For the sake of hookah, change cigarettes? well, I do not
So much does not smoke 2, 3 packs per day
How much to repeat what nationality I am, do not need?
How many countries I visited for life
So many prize for the museum
A fast call woke up in the morning early Sanya wake up
Thieves are already inside
There is nothing more than a blowing museum is worn, not touched, only you see the trees of the crown you
(2:32)
Your Victory Museum is empty
Run to the forest you hear the branches of the crunch
Feel a bite in the side
Black Wolf knows the places by heart
The eyes are red as a lack of sleep
The last time I slept, ask and
You eat, no thanks
So much more to run or go
Without a visa to see it is not us
See or invent a better life to parents
Do you give birth to such a wilderness
All the values that I collected turned into dummies
And I placed everything on the shelves, with quarrels and scandals
For this, gunpowder for jackals has always been with me in pockets
Trying to gobble me up with giblets at
morgue
By the sea I observe how they drown, their support and support are weak
Gratitude to those guys that they promoted the movement, the area all remembers
Damn with him, who left so early, our stove still drowns
Although I ran far away and not good news
Butovo brigade, there are many of us, each of you in the first place
For the first time after the escape, my memory reminded me of the Tula
Barracks, windows, early climb, New Year, threat of a lip
Thanks for the difficult year, for support, for the home island
Away from the house where everyone would warm up boiling water
Thanks to the Flight Union, one world, fraternal ties
In Siberia, there are more than enough fools, northern southern winds
Grandfather, granddaughter and ball, the sounds of a freak beetle are heard
But there are no freaks in the family, I'm not the grandson of Aeroflot