Бледный ft. Птаха - Ломбард - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Pale:

We all tried - we did not like anything,

They themselves didn’t come up with anything new, and is it necessary?

When the sun was given aloe .. look -in ..

What is the line of cranes? We are like in the city!

On the alley, the leaves are burning ...

What are the leaves in December? I shave in the dark, so that I do not notice me, this one with an erysipelas is suspicious.

Suddenly, while I brew tea in the kitchen, this parasite will take out everything valuable from the hut ..

Although, if you think about it, I carry all the most valuable with me.

I list in order: return my player, CDs and notebooks with texts.

I understand, a fine. There are no hundreds. Take a fifty dollars. Well, yes, we are not local.

And on TV they load, about the situation in Georgia .. And I would have to survive the winter so that the earth becomes softer .. I want to plant a tree. Yeah.

I sit at home, dumb, exchanged a ruble, a million.

And what to do now with this trifle?

I will take the lungs to the pawnshop - gilded,

And the ingot of platinum with the abdomen is my liver. (3 p.)

Ptach:

In the back goosebumps, in the head of midges.

The lamp shines in the eye. High, without a chair cannot be taken out.

Spearly with a mop, if it does not stop getting me.

Outside the window spring ..

Snowmen, people, earflaps, felt boots ..

I want coffee, in love, with a lemon and a sandwich with sausage.

Sugar needs more, five tablespoons per glass, for the brain, cells to restore nerve.

Mom said - useful to me.

To go to the doctor chtoli?

What will I say? I will say - I have gone crazy ..

And he, I suppose, as then, he will say, went out of here ..

I got it to mock.

Then I will go down to the nurse, young, new. Say, grow up.

Then he will begin to expel, the police are called, cry.

He will say - he began to pester her.

Now the procedures, then lunch soon ..

You need to not forget your spoon, wooden, and a rubber dog, in the next department, donors donated ...

I sit at home, dumb, exchanged a ruble, a million.

And what to do now with this trifle?

I will take the lungs to the pawnshop - gilded,

And the ingot of platinum with the abdomen is my liver. (3 p.)