Текст песни aLkoKids - В пыли

Again, make tea in a clay mug
Cuddle you a plane and fly chips
These old women know the truth you must understand
They see you on skvoz..no is not cops
You can continue to purchase more weight
But on the scale of your life , it is comparable with the peso
You chain a dog on a chain and you
Bryzhzhesh saliva into the monitor do not bullshit me
Look behind you sneak behind the shadows
now again die to South Park Kenny dies
All mir..all peace .. so fucking
Though sew my mouth I'll be ass to talk about life
This plate after partying headache
You come up to the mirror and you see it's not your
You start to panic phoning friends
But they disappear somewhere and thought in my head not his
You carry in the trunk Deo Matiz
You can not even be fucking brykatsya..vsё
3 strand Stora even than that connected ?
Each has its own life , each its own rules
You can correct me if I say wrong
I try to read the thoughts of the truth and getting to the beat
I do not podzemlёy and did not grow in the sky
I grew up a simple kid not on bread
That had accumulated over the 18 years
Just hit the sheets , reading this nonsense
It's rare when hooked than
Tolley words are true, felts read than under
Tolley hooked than
Tolley hooked than
Even prosyaschenu you have paid the last penny
So stop, so much lost our values
That forged the elderly, without fear of their poverty
Who is my case? Girls ? boys ?
I try every time bitten all elbows
Now I stand and endure to the end
And perhaps this track does not fall asleep on repite
Inhaling air feel a surge of strength
In search of new ideas Samara izkolesil
Stakes spear mint between the lines
Baltika beer is not triple the Russian vice
Perhaps listen to rock it would be useful
Perhaps there would be rows and this song
Medolirika tune your ears
I headphones under the snow trying to do better
Change the quality of the nozzle is changed to Kutch
But again, in my poems can be heard crying adult
Who is the executioner, and who have been lying on the block
For his words , not wash marks on the shirt
Breathes true soul lyrics
This broadcast is over, kids srite