2H Company - Зубная паста - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

With a nagging feeling of defeat, I leave the square.

Broadcast there, like our cyclist, having made a mistake,

I missed the opportunity to kick the ass of the main enemy.

Everyone wanted to immediately recover compensation for the pain of losing,

In the form of showcases of crumbling and set on fire cars.

But my inner censor scolded me and stopped me.

I recently built it up in myself, ending the period of vegetation

Souls in a swamp of uncertainty, leading to naive conclusions.

For example: I will only sign up to fight against invaders from other planets.

Or something else like this:

"The head of the country is essentially only an administrator, yes, the main one, but still in our service."

But his helicopter sat down one day in my sleep, and I'll tell you guys -

The thrill I experienced was serious.

In front of the vessel of power, my bravado turned fear into happiness from a sly smile,

Saying he doesn't understand why I'm yapping behind his back.

After all, he also loves the choice of goods, so we are moving along the same road.

When I woke up, I began to excuse myself in front of:

"It's just in a dream that a random situation stuck together from pieces of memory!"

Yes, but my trepidation was real, so any of your blunders

Now I regard power as a deal with conscience.

But I'm not ashamed of myself when I push the cart to the hypermarket with excitement.

And, for an evening brushing your teeth with a new brush with a motor,

My inner censor will tell me

That at a time when basma was mixed with henna,

Walk so that with a chestnut head (it was like that),

People brushed their teeth before work with baking soda.

There was a rumor: a special toothpaste was brought from India under a barter deal in exchange for our tanks.

Interestingly, the beggars for one tank gave how much white toothpaste.

I go to bed early now. The rules of luck are simple:

The sooner I wake up, the more I can do, the longer the diagonal of my future plasma wall will become.

The sooner I wake up, the more I can do, the longer the diagonal of my future plasma panel will become.

I want simple, human desires, but thoughts that crystallize into delirium have long been sick of me.

The sooner I wake up, the more I can do, the longer the diagonal of my future plasma panel will become.

To make naked flesh or lumps look bigger, brighter, clearer than they really are.

Now it’s much easier to get up early for work if you wholeheartedly accept the personal prosperity program.

And in the morning in the refrigerator I always see the treasured bottle of yogurt, but today I feel:

With a click of the lid, he broke the connection of the oversaturated structure, launching a chain wave.

Knock on the door. "Don't be afraid! This may be the answer to your request for implants," the inner censor suggested:

"Now, be afraid!" And he disappeared, and I was left with an envelope. The intuitive receptor gave the option:

"The envelope looks like a government-issued muzzle in a letter. On behalf of progress, they say that you are in line for implants

The supply of nickel silver titanium has dried up, and space expeditions, including on Mars, indicate a lack of resources and life forms.

This means that there will be no war with Predators in alliance with Aliens, but you will have to take part against the Indochinese pack,

Creeping to the deposits of African titanium cupronickel.

Do you feel that there is a direct connection with your interest? So, strain your buttocks in the name of progress, do not hit your face in the dirt.

Only here is not dirt, but sand in this ass of the world. Our platoon is shaking down the street in the desert. Ruins around.

Among the yellow-brown mess of paints, there was a favorite set of colors on a yogurt bottle.

I take it, and my peritoneum is torn open by a bolt from the explosion. But in this case, Rodina provided her son:

I inject ten doses of morphine into my intestines. Local natives swooped in - I don't care anymore,

I look at the holes in the walls: they are not from shells, but sawn contours of objects of real size.

Here is the car, here is the bottle, and here the panel can be sawn out... The view was blocked by a huge beast.

From a cruise liner of toothpaste, a tank with sand stuck down lowered the barrel, and blowing off the local guys from me,

He crawled into the desert to catch up with the procession of six-armed combatants.