Текст песни Проект Увечье - Февраль

Do you hear how cold? fucked, street fenced
drifts of color cottage cheese - here frostbitten
blue faces - you do not touch them in fact be much more expensive
Come passer wind spit in the back white medley

let it not even Siberia - cold cuts ax
along the stalls, in the wombs of whose larvae grannies-fright
wind throw icicles - pray hula goddess
sun and heat - give us a spring and we will soon Sgin

airmaksy zaebis but only on a woolen sock
people plunged into full sleep, they all rush usoh
from the sky pours ice sand-colored winter foxes
Now this is one of the annual local fucked

Somewhere there shizyat for Tottenham, pounding in pubs ёbla
but here again only a dick and elegant as the women tree
indifferently observe how again under tridtsatnik ёbnet
and frozen lone homeless man - chest Nitsche not eknet

in the Nordic gods have taken under the protection of this region
nose already tingling - to say that relied
Polish, German, French and Swedish, which climbed to the Freebies
profit - but in February grabbed tenacious hand ankle

such kezhualnye hats and parks
local climate makes adjustments, cocksucker Carhartt
mods and Charles - this smells fashion cargo cult
fuck guys - just born here then I had the karma

not perceived as a punishment - mats welling with steam
mouth - charges about Spartak through the door sports bar
come on, see you soon - and I dive into the bowels of arches
and courtyards - which still familiar, as all the old