Текст песни слушай шум - кисина любовь

smash the hell out of the house all the dishes
get drunk with his girlfriend in the trash
let down a pair of wheels Barbitura
give his soul as a gift to the gods
and standing on the muddy stage
let people read my lips
all of them cited the famous Brodsky
or Pushkin, he loved society ladies
on every word "love"
stumble again and shall hate all the senses
I wanted to say that you do not blame
but the words obezzvuchilis pride
when I'm sitting at railway stations
I'm sorry your protlevshy world to tears
city ​​still pitted quarters
each of you not pitted seriously
if someone is killed by a bullet
thou shalt surely die through joint
cease to be a quiet sea storms
Payback for happiness in rubles
if that anger that gets you into
nezatuhshih lava eruptions
then burn it all our words
to avoid frauds