Текст песни ЛСП - Не Нужна

It does not hurt
He died, lost
In the big city cold lips
Who do just what he just has not played enough
Under cry vinyls most fashionable groups
Why so empty inside?
Not a hint of feelings
Maybe too much prohaval it
It can be dug to the bottom,
time for the soul to the devil ruffled
Like, she told him

All capricious heart.
my hero growing older
Like Yeltsin, ever buhoy and tired
Balls have ceased to fly into the ring
And it does not help and does not help to have buhletso
Sluggish wife cleans sluggish banana
Even if someone else, but not for it
But there is no hope of leaving this nightmare
You would have sold his soul to the devil, but he

Market souls to despair simple -
Supply exceeds demand
You too, you threw her on the table
And shout - what is the price?
Devil calmly replied that
Your soul to him ...