Текст песни ЗмейССС - Злая водка режет горло

Wicked vodka cuts his throat - once again I want to shout
The guitar strings burst - well, tear the throat neche
Wine Commune, sad look from under the table
Poetic souls in opohmelennyh bodies.

By asking yourself a soul drowned in vodka
Separate yourself at all, but shoot the mirror.

Playfully I climb the wall of the cup penalty box,
Launched spy me misinformation, but I namyali all sides.
The girls all shout: & quot; the rescue! & Quot; When I shout: & quot; Next! & Quot;
So - I loved, then paskuda - fuck them understand.

By asking yourself a soul drowned in vodka,
Separate yourself at all, but shoot the mirror.

Circle songs about Hangover, rhymes all about alcohol,
Just me and without them sick tears aching temples.
Tears naplakal two glasses, just do not drink the hunt,
Can spit his face and beat passers ...

By asking yourself a soul drowned in vodka,
Separate yourself at all, but shoot the mirror.

Again vodka cuts his throat - again, I want to yell
The guitar strings burst - well, necha throat fight!