Текст песни ЛИБО в Ялте - Внутренний возраст

The phenomenon of garbage is not fully understood
That that day bi-beep my brains
How often am I tormented by it
Though obscenities swear, though screamo scream

I enrage the latest fashion trends
Slightly indecent thoughts in the brain
Delays in salary, the vagaries of weather
And traffic jams on the bridge on Fridays
Sms & quot; where are you ??? & quot ;, when I was in the toilet
And, of course, call at 5 o'clock in the morning
Problems of all minorities on the planet
I do it against the grain

Chorus:
Yes, I am impulsive and often funny
I swear Kaifu and look for trouble
But the objections prepared my answer
My heart is a battlefield, I always 17 years

This genocide of the nervous system
Leading to contamination of karma and chakras
But fortunately there are fun theme
With at least once a year, but I'm glad the

I was pleased with a pint of dark beer
Although light in principle, also offset
What I was not born a blonde tupoyu
On the fourth the size of the brain does not
More to wake up closer to the dinner
And go to sleep closer to the morning
Enjoy lack a sense of proportion
I do it against the grain

Chorus:
Yes, I often childish and ridiculous
I swear Kaifu and look for trouble
But the objections prepared my answer
My heart is a battlefield, I always 17 years

When outside someone sneezes
Going on with the @ la
And me, you bastard, does not notice
Bird luck tomorrow

When the tear string guitar
And the anger boils and freezes computer
Dumplings escape, plug fuse
Cars honking, and the stars shine
Friends recall and send sms
I stomps not childish
My reasons Veski
I'm being secular
I smile and debility schuryus the sun
I look like a Japanese, Chinese, Mongols
Although not stated, but life is cool
On the whole one hundred percent
And if so - it moves forward
And my train Ulyanovsk Jamaica slowly gaining momentum