Ди каприо текст песни

Обновлено: 19.09.2024

[Куплет 1, Саша Скул]:
Знаешь, я дохуя уже таких видел, шаришь?
Ты тоже навряд ли серьезно обиделась
Делишь, на нас двоих эту парадигму.
И говоришь как всегда, так убедительно.

Чтоб топтала в истерике, как [. ] мистерии.
Чтоб неслась синегрия, как пёр себя [Монсер] в прерии
Чтобы стать зависимым, как у Баяна Ширянова -
Но сердце разбито в смятку, как толстый из Диско-Аварии.

Как "Колизей" у Арии путь к твоим гениталиям.
Очередного оленя не дождалась шкура с армии.
Как рыжий с "Иванушек", как на свитере катышки.
Я хуячу в WhatsApp тебе, как по воде камушком.

Но тянуть волынку больше нет резона.
Эй, сука, не веди себя, как Кхалиси.
Думал, будет минимум 500 сезонов.
Но нас хватило только на короткий тизер (так что) -

Так что, не пролетит полгодика,
Как ты найдешь себе очередного чудика;
Типично-заурядного, такого додика -
В сравние с которым - я сам Майкл Дудикофф.

Вот почему мы не умрем на рейве
Под прикольной Е-шкой, упаси Всевышний.
Скорее потеряемся в бескрайней Рашке,
Друг другу надоев, как Ассасину вышки.

[Припев, Луперкаль]:
И мы не закончим, как в французском фильме.
И даже не кончим, как японском порно.
Ведь тебя не прикончит хладнокровный киллер,
И смазливый вампир не пощечокет горло.

И мы не закончим, как в французском фильме;
И даже не кончим, как японском порно.
Ведь тебя не прикончит хладнокровный киллер,
И смазливый вампир не пощечокет горло.

[Куплет 3, Саша Скул]:
Но это всё не канает, ведь я не Ди Каприо.
Я Хантер Томпсон, Буковски и чуть-чуть Керуака.
Я как хер в повидле, который не видно.
Съешь меня до донышка, но в конце станет стыдно.

My type is clean, Belmondo; -
But I behave and talk myself like SharikOFF.
Do you want a king bong? Aye-yes to the cinema!
But you break down again, you probably put it somewhere.

I wanted to be your glass by the bedside table
So that you take me in pens and other things, you fool!
So that the spongy dry from me pulled life,
How your dad spends money. Let's talk, paw?

To trample in hysterics, like [. ] mysteries.
So that synegria rushes like [Montser] feathers on the prairie
To become addicted, like Bayan Shiryanov -
But my heart is crumpled like a fat one from Disco Crash.

Like "Colosseum" Aria has a way to your genitals.
The skin from the army did not wait for the next deer.
Like a redhead from "Ivanushki", like spools on a sweater.
I screw you on WhatsApp like a pebble on water.

[Verse 2, Lupercal]:
The girl's heart was pinned with a peg.
What happiness for you is a heap of photos!
Or when the sun is in your palms,
And in the sky is a delightful wreath of stars.

Feeling the arrival of autumn -
People are preparing there for the heating season there.
Lace shadows of fiery crowns
They lay on your face just awesome!

But there is no more reason to pull the bagpipes.
Hey bitch don't act like Khaleesi.
I thought there would be at least 500 seasons.
But we only had enough for a short teaser (so) -

So, half a year will not fly by,
How do you find yourself another weirdo;
Typically ordinary, such a dodik -
In comparison with which - I myself am Michael Dudikoff.

That's why we won't die at the rave
Under a cool E-shkoy, God forbid.
We'd rather get lost in the endless Raschke,
Each other bored, as Assassin towers.

Didn't I take you to the cinema?
Hey, didn't I sit with you in the cafe!
So what are you with me, like a dog with a cat?
What are you with me, like a queen with a pawn!

[Chorus Lupercal]:
And we won't end up like a French movie.
And we won't even end like Japanese porn.
A cold-blooded killer won't kill you
And the cute vampire won't tickle his throat.

Troy will not be destroyed for you.
Hey, the Atrium won't be erected for you.
Will not take you into the sunset on a snow-white "Cabrio" -
Leonardo himself - his mother, DiCaprio!

And we will not end like a French film;
And we won't even end like Japanese porn.
A cold-blooded killer won't kill you
And the cute vampire won't tickle his throat.

Troy will not be destroyed for you.
Hey, the Atrium won't be erected for you.
Will not take you into the sunset on a snow-white "Cabrio" -
Leonardo himself - his mother, DiCaprio!

[Verse 3, Sasha School]:
But all this does not flow, because I am not DiCaprio.
I'm Hunter Thompson, Bukowski and a little bit of Kerouac.
I'm like a dick in a jam that can't be seen.
Eat me to the bottom, but in the end it will be ashamed.

Come on, slow-moving under the Creed. Yes, Dad came for me.
I just noticed that all this is not there.
But I'll die like a dog, because I'm not DiCaprio.
You are my pit! You are the one that will bury - the shovel.

You are every nail in the coffin lid.
You are a snowdrift that hid a corpse.
I am like DiCaprio - such a vague fag.
The call to the lesson, finished smoking, flew.
Shit, it's an alarm clock and fucking drunk, ooh!

[Chorus Lupercal]:
And we won't end up like a French movie.
And we won't even end like Japanese porn.
A cold-blooded killer won't kill you
And the cute vampire won't tickle his throat.

Troy will not be destroyed for you.
Hey, the Atrium won't be erected for you.
Will not take you into the sunset on a snow-white "Cabrio" -
Leonardo himself - his mother, DiCaprio!

And we will not end like a French film;
And we won't even end like Japanese porn.
A cold-blooded killer won't kill you
And the cute vampire won't tickle his throat.

Troy will not be destroyed for you.
Hey, the Atrium won't be erected for you.
Will not take you into the sunset on a snow-white "Cabrio" -
Leonardo himself - his mother, DiCaprio!

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