С утра

I do not know exactly the extent of the problems, but I see in the eyes
Oxygen will soon replace the carbon dioxide.
It has become quite dangerous.
About how to cross the road on red.
You're so vain behaving punks
Culture in Russia is just a channel
And fuck all, somehow it infuriates me
Hood, jeans, New belans-four hundred and ten
We must meet the (...) at the train station, go fast gait
Dick understand snow or rain, well, the weather!
The picturesque courtyard, a purely nineties.
Here near Hachi, alcoholics and the Nazis.
Survival of the fittest, a modern Sparta
Praysik cash out for the evening with a credit card
In the town of Ka easily give on horns
In the order of things already, mow under the fool

I got sick from the cold a little - nothing podlechites hot tea
And the warm embrace of the beloved, do not miss it!
If you are in our rayonchik evening zaglyanesh
You vlёt then shake (Hey Jackal? Come here!)
Jack in the four hundred and tenth, I'm five hundred seventy fourth.
We are here with her sister, sometimes, driving Tsunar hard-nosed
Soles erased on old crosses, then someone from the storm in a clear day
And who in the rain with a sharp knife so wasps
Demand brew & quot; Russian gift & quot ;, to the boutiques, on the corner
But the owners of boutiques I'd shoved into the mouth of muzzle.
Bede blew from the south, but the bitter December around the corner
And in this song, as in life, I agree with the city Ka guys
However, because the pull connects one idea
For it is possible to put aside unnecessary friction
Purely personal opinion. And if to this song on the radio
Then I used to gazenvagen had much less money to spend to us.
Liquid listened to her and cut the veins themselves,
But it is only in my dreams, and we both need to stay sober before.
How obscene is pushing the masses Tel avidenie.
Degenerates on the streets, too, by the thousand.
I know a lot of the right, who in the life of this system is knocked out,
But we do not want to give up because we know sheepskin worth the candle

I fuck anyone out there on what pedals
In blue on pink, but at least in the boots
Here in the arches more per tube is not felled
And baryg new scheme of sale of salt and Plan
Russia has always been rich in uebanov
Before the nineties, it is now fashionable gays in ugah with jaguars
Someone to work in a hurry in the morning,
And I got up again after twelve.
I will not move beyond the ghetto Tupac fucking nigger.
Leaflets showered and trees are now stripped
Who was now together separately and autonomously
I do not have a jacket Phantom shit but a complete set
And ebalo serious.
The old rake was too late.
So let's just forget everything
One, four, eight, eight, burn ethnic strife!