Текст песни My Ocean - 18 лет

18 years - on the third a pass
In the evenings palёnuyu vodka
Today, the same vodka again
Nothing to do, nothing to wait

On the court are in camouflage convoy
Hands in the gland behind your back
Tired judge is not pleased with you
And prosecutors with a sore head

Ninth grade and a third abortion
Bulls and gopё your evening escort
Mother does not know anything about you
O if I knew - that she still

Girlfriend-whore, for the wine - Blowjob
I do not care - its response
You, too, can not say "no"
My words to you just nonsense

Throw up their hands
You have surrendered
Lost their lives
Just like in war

Limply bredёsh
In the ranks of slaves
Do not expect
And do not believe in love

After all, you lose
Not having to start
The aid did not call
No one to call

Do you know of happiness
Hate people
Afraid to live
I do not believe Me