Текст песни Рабочий Рот - Игра

You wake up in the morning, you look up into the ceiling
No goals at the fool, all thoughts only fruit
Sick fantasies and meetings: hangover, booze, Parish
Some people do children who go to the factory

Here there quietly along without you
It's not serious, everything just so. all our life-game

The Russian roulette is high time to unleash your talent
Neighbors of the news that it was time for the parade
Dull boring goons and identity children
All patriots at that ass shove their flag
You do not risk since he lost interest
When your brain is entangled some household demon
Increasingly, looking back, but with no hope of return
All the audacity to say the phrase, innocence washed-whores

Cops and sad - Throw with the "tail"
It's not serious, everything just so, all our life-game