Текст песни Катя Беломоркина - Фраера

Words, words, beautiful stories,
The exploits of, but where is their business?
And there are no people walking next phrase,
These were only the NRA.
That someone is writing a book at your leisure
About all sorts of anarchist cause.
Language would tear him, Judas -
Golimy fraer Hayot NRA.
He says that this is not the case,
Is it better to write a rag
About Musorskogo machinations of mayhem,
But the GB should not blow.
Fraer vagrants,
Migratory birds,
The flame of the revolution somewhere in the distance.
Everything is cool,
Fraer can sleep peacefully,
And someone in the bullpen being taken on a black funnel
Go revolutionaries crowd
Effectively standing out from the crowd,
But booze go, rather than business,
And they do not predyav cops.
In an Internet round the clock freezes -
That is what suffers fraer today,
For the life of the market does not respond
And writes gigabytes chatter.
He did not work in his life he had never,
After all, dad or mom will give the money:
Throw money at the base of the ancestors,
Your son is a fan of the working class.