Падонок 15 улицы - Игра на выживание - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I was bitten by a wasp on the tram, now I have its power to get there happily, I couldn’t get there, my body got drunk, vomited, it was already getting dark when I was stupefied by this pouring and stitching in the garbage dump, they’re fucking, they’re not in a hurry, well, don’t move your back, don’t hold up the line, I need radishes and a supply of disposable spoons they're fucking laying the road blue washi on tap kvasik fuck beer in this heat I'm in pain at Yulia's house bring me pills from the bedside table and cut the tubes look like an idiot we're walking by the hands in my purse Louis Vuitton nychki I'm on the edge of the peppers now I'm dexterous and fast in the fuck, a shot with a picket or a chum on the bun of a good walk excites her stockings like a junior high school teacher, they kicked out fagots to the parade, they got their pussy hit in the kidneys with a baton from the garbage, my baby's pussy has an Adam's apple and a dick in her panties, everyone is staring at her, drunkard style, from last Friday and Nothing will happen until the new year, you won't be able to quit this drug addiction, you've been burning for 8 nights in a row, the end is already here, how are you? order stupidly poisonous my every piece is a side towards pot-bellied creatures whose mandates do not matter date of birth your behavior is what the law decides forbids me to leave the apartment vodka nemirs war of the worlds for a place in the minibus everyone has their own troubles everyone has their own worries at night added more work I warmed myself up on the pads of the wipers and smacked everything on the windows, took it all into the trash, climbed out onto the roof and snored, I carry ashes in my pocket to save myself from heartburn, there are burns on my hands from the lighter, we are in the ass of the world, we are tightly settled in by the authorities in all positions, it’s too late to change anything, fuck everyone in your mouth and smile, try to relax in the back seat on the way to the department, the boy put on a mask and went out, surrounded by reeds, breathing quietly, not a soul around, only carriages and trains, well, that’s all for them, it’s just a game of survival, it’s just a desire to destroy everything around, only those who joined will understand this in the circle of underground inhabitants I don’t expect anything from the audience of my work except hatred of the contour I can’t focus after 5 times the eyes don’t catch a single step back only forward or diagonally, the main thing is that they don’t catch up with you