Flying Red

I do not know who came up with this world.
What was he, and he became so.
But I know that I need to be happy:
Living in a rush and not to be confused with the native alien.

Build a subway, at home growing up,
Grushevka blooms. Luninets, salute!
The side of the ring for a couple of shabby red cat.
Ostanovochku transferred, will have to go on foot
In the good old tralik, I'll go into it.
Aunt, I'm not lying, I am only one.
I used to Pushkin, there really underground.
People at work, work, home after.
Someone was a nobody, someone began to anyone.
Some crafty beetle, but I have X-rays.
People take off, falling: drugs, booze.
In this world, know, everything is relative.

Chorus:
My friend said, "Bro,
See Bentley flying like clouds.
It is necessary to multiply, add, divide,
To live, what would cool, cool, that used to live. "
My friend said, "Bro ..."
Of course, it is also necessary, and is
I'm going to jump in the sky there are forces,
I remain the same as it was.

I love klatsat the keys.
Tremors in the skin when it turns.
At night I walk with the stick on the new bridge.
In detail not worried: I forgot to bathe.
I can go through half the town on foot,
Stupidly thinking on the text,
What other. What earned stupidly merge per day.
Tell me, brother, what a businessman with me?

Good luck - a cunning beast, I catch it.
My boys, I love you all.
I podkoplyu bucks in the area of ​​one hundred dollars,
Going on a trip somewhere to the east.
I see a lot of, a lot of cities. I see the sea,
I will dwell on it. In this world, you should know
Everything is relative.
My music, carry me away!

Chorus.