Текст песни F.P.G. - Ебанутый

How fucking hot summer, when the twenty-five plus
In the Shadow of puffed food slowly clog
Spitting tired of the window, inhaling the acrid fog

But what do you do - when the plan ends?

How fucking cold in winter, the entrance filled up
And stir it fucking punk New Congress
A bottle of vodka, a glass, a neighbor hit hard in the eye

But what do you do - when the end brew?

How fucking have to know battalions whores
As the night with them warmer, warm and fun
How fucking inserted into them, hitting without looking

But what do you do - when I would get whores?
WHAT! YOU! WILL! DO!

When leave your money - brew goes with them
You forget without a plan - two minutes later,
Leave without attention whore - and her someone remove
And only one thing consistently - that I'm a fucking

I - ЁBNUTY