Текст песни Кот Домашний - 11.12.

bury hundreds of books in your already nekchemnuyu head
write poems for them who never listen nezahochet
hammer all the news posts stupid dead
after a couple of seasons, you will be ashamed of what you thought
shout louder you still no one hears
not something that would lie, just no one wants to hear
which I would not come yet predetsya bend under the system
whom you were not, it is still you lived
write poetry, these lines without any points at all
It could become the new idol of the girls in pink rags
but yours, the one you love is still not appreciate a drop of
she does not care what you think you can, it would be next to have asshole
that everything is the same as, but is the same as it
and you think, asshole, that it something bright close
all the arms in parodnoy, trash, and he himself can see, not mutually
but still you derzhesh the handle, all kiss
she does not care, she even answer does not embrace
again leave until tomorrow