Текст песни Stend - Фристайл на почве скуки...

I was bored and I decided to play the guitar
In order to give my eternal tyk Zapara
What to do to me? Well, I do not even know!
I reviewed all that is possible, public reading now
In the corner is my white Canon printer
For a long time without paint, and near Kinder
In the kitchen, the parents sit with your friends
They talk about something, and I sit with lyulyami
My microphone is attached to the steering wheel game
With gears and pedals, this gay
Sheburshitsya rat in a cage, probably wants to eat
Or a walk, but she will always be able to get
Unlike me, I'm dying of boredom
You have to carry your meal in the apartment
because where the hell to go out dvenadtsyat am
Go to the balcony, the lungs of fresh air that is asked is urine
After heavy cigarette smoke penetrates into all the cracks apartments
It can not withstand even the iron rafters
By the way, come the New Year in a day,
My room is still a virgin, and so the people
I do not know what you wish for the New Year
Probably wait for the end of the world and to swell in Pi * do
For more possibility as such will not be
Otherwise, you condemn people on the street
What then friends, my rhyme comes to an end
Rattle convolutions of my audible even in African elephant
 
"How can I become tired ..."