Текст песни Крыс и Шмендра - 14 часов

Day to sleep for the night
We rubimsya again, not getting into the music
I was distracted and did not cool to sing
I national champion boondoggle
Fever in the record
From four to six, and
Our All-Night Marathon -
Most plug tape
Let's go!

14 hours, 14 hours,
14 hours of continuous guitars and voices.
14 hours, I come home,
Stinking nicotine from gloves to shorts.
Saxophone Solo will dream my dream,
It's like a hundred devils bake me on a slow fire!

In close little room amp and 2 speakers
Handles up to failure - an average of 2 per hour orgasm
On the floor lay the recorded film -
Kilometres of our hottest music tracks
Here's a studio where if I fuck on a platter
But I did not know that so hard given drive -
One such night, and I'm on the tank vedu in paradise!

14 hours, 14 hours,
14 hours droning rhythms and bass
14 hours, I fall into bed
As a felled tree rainforest
But I'm a bastard as cool mamamama with me everything is clear ...
Do not go to school children, fans of rock 'n' roll!

I have no voice, and my blood - water
Greetings to you, the people of the country, I'm your new star ... ...