Илюша Белый - Regret
текст песни

Wet asphalt and dull light light
Red branch, carriage, Donald duck
Soft chairs, soft thoughts,
Soft (ha ha), maybe we will still sleep
Black dreams, tables and numbers
Persons of friends, faces of the dead
Hands tremble, hands forgot
How they beat, how much it is
Past Paris, past the capital
Faces of hungry, murderer grimace
Smells of scum, false dishes
The baby is crying - the son of a prostitute
Road Virus, Kike gateway
He will give the kidney for a needle
Nerves, holding into a fist, often trembling in the body
He lowers the trigger, knowing that he will not miss

No, hear, we will not put a stamp, but
The sky itself will have time to fall on us, no
That is not, who recognized the truth blinded
Death, the dance of signs, Express Your Regret will be dull

Black asphalt, no more lamps
No longer Donald Duck, I bought everything Trump
Open wound, there is no more salt
We go later, right after no-shpa
Damn horns, draw to trembling
Damn in the hallway, somehow roots
Angels too, laugh so sickening
Paradise is frozen, God's care
Hell - red porshe, adult films
Whiskey and vodka, medicine for vulgar
As if you want it as if you can
Life does not forgive mistakes similar
Life is a guillotine at God, and yet
I want to see all black cats
You can shorter, simple and accurately
I'll put my own point myself