Саня 90 - Заебало - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

This life fucked me up, why was I born in the Saratov region in the city of Balakovo, why am I not rich

family, but I continue to live, read rap, play football, dream of a good life, ride a box, no

when not to relax, fucked up 300 gram chips, soda, food, gray mass on the streets is always, somewhere

roam, go to clubs, how tired I am of all this, I don’t understand why I live in this city, fuck

I live here, I write these texts, I'm looking for a rich girl, I play in the forum, I rarely promote anything with my family, I want to

change something in life, relax with girls, lie on the beach, get drunk with friends, wait for friends from the army and

to look for virgins, everything fucked me up, I really don’t want to, I have to promote something myself, at home

to have a rest, to kick a ball in school No. 28, to write a letter to Diman in Sakhalin, to communicate with Antokha by phone, in contact

write a message to my brother, compose freestyle with him, I don’t understand why I live like this, I lost almost all of my acquaintances

I forget, I remember my friends, but everything is fine, something is missing for my happiness, I used to think that money

that's all, but right now I understand that these are just pieces of paper that you can collect and buy something on them, life

almost the same for everyone, at first an interest in something, then you score, you go to a family or do drugs,

all my life I have had an interest in a wheelbarrow and in football, in my childhood I rocked, with the boys behind the houses I kicked the ball, it happened in

I played chips, I used to burn out over Popandopol, but right now I understand that all this has already passed, something needs to be done

to create, not to drive, to promote something, you can compose rap, you can play football, you can promote drugs,

make a choice while young, after 30 you don’t want to promote something, you’ll be stupid at home or in a club

anneal, the most important thing is that there will always be interest, if it fades, you will be ordinary, but you break out, yourself

promote, decide for yourself who to be and what to stir up, my grandmothers have several things to do, go to the store, play volleyball

play, throw out the trash and you can sleep, they always have the same days and I understand that I have the same

there will be things after 50, but while I’m sitting in repairs, I’m waiting for friends from the army, I compose rap, I rarely swing, rarely

I do push-ups, I’m almost always sad, but I don’t worry about them, they are like my family for me, it would be faster together

get together and swell somewhere, Antokha will come soon, Diman will return in half a year, but for now I'm sitting at home,

I am writing this text and right now I will fall asleep, but I understand that I will wake up, again work, home, training, contact, in a notebook

I’ll write down the text and definitely fall asleep.