Кто такой муравей муравооой песня текст
Обновлено: 22.12.2024
I like a bitch in the bustle , looking for the right to stir up
what would turn out to the outside , fucking day
food, and plop , to fuck , I'm angry because
the fact that do not take the pipe , those who need me now
huckster poslivali one , in these yards
I lose the will , knowing that was the weak
rain dripped evening , but there is no sunset
and everything that I wanted to be, remain behind the scenes
set the alarm for nine that had not forgotten
but half howled like a bitch already wanted to score
cold, chilly , head Collider
Spring time of love , but in these days of spring is not with us
and then run from the house so for new trash
every day template , but this is not four- channel
yard full of thieves, as the fate of these buildings
ruin themselves , do not know
Some decide for all , while others simply pawns
and I do not have much, it would be all as predzhde
and like people tezhe
but in the soul of each one became a god and knows the value itself
street - the weather . people - people
lyudem warmed in heat and catch success
keep emotions in themselves , naebyvat friends
and I stand and wait huckster with fucking potion
Monday comes a blow to the head
chills, runny nose, cough , and a strong brew
and again I will have to park in the garage for ,
there my thoughts acquire patantseal
phone Sigrun hide and seek in the morning,
heel and viskar and longing to be held
returns with a new grin that used to get me
but on the pocket has to be a means of
and on his chest is a cross , then everything will be okay
though not today, today I do not need
other plans , what beats in the chest do not mind
or that do not mind. then it's good.
tenth floor , hang on a minute hours
and the tube is also not available , went to the second hour
and these thoughts with change each other ,
with me is not enough , I 'll wait a little bit more
machines, people with umbrellas , the city that keeps secrets
tobacco smoke around, I very much waiting for a call
street ceases , but also tolerates me
and lives here vanity , but weekdays it melts
monotonous days , from edge to edge
burns is the last that is burning in the eyes
ringing. is not busy
then it's time to go, good hunting something left
know as the days melt
nibudb and when you and I call old people
this simple idea of ordinary people
while I'm here , we need to write a song
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