шляпа шаляпина - Филипп Рот - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Hello?

I know who you are. You are nothing. You think that you are something, but in fact you are just an empty place. You are a dummy, you are a black hole, I will finish you so that you will flow from your ears.

[Zhenya]

Yobe is a fall, in childhood, he was ill with an anemia from the jerk

I became similar to bringing how I climb women and unfamiliar women every night I saw in a dream

Any female image went to development, use

At home, my mother put on a cardboard frame on me, this device did not allow herself to touch herself how much it would fit

And even my cry did not help

What have you done, mom? I jerked at school, tickled in a groin

And when he climbed into the rope, the first orgasm happened in the web, under the ceiling of the gym

Hands remember the cold of the crossbars, young seed flowed into Umbro shorts

How can I rewind the sticky time? How to disperse growing up?

I tried to put the bread in a bun - my stepfather found it by surprise, ordered it to be clamped

Now do not distinguish between fucking and food my golden rule

Put on a pillow grandmother's bra - a girlfriend is ready, the room does not close

The dusty pipe from the vacuum cleaner stared through the Chinese gandons Desire

I am constantly in Palev: at home, at school

And suddenly forgetting all the decency

I could not resist - I lowered it in a notebook on the back desk, looking at the teacher

Finally graduation, one fool agrees, lies, ready for affection

I swing, diving into a cap, drive into a hole

Something is wrong: the sensations are lubricated

There is not enough stepfather, a mother, who beats her arms tapping into the bathroom

I can't finish, the fool moans, but my hopes are deceived

The holiday is worse than the expectation of a holiday, day and night I watch porn

I constantly wish only a female who is not near, ideal forms

They strangle me in a dream, I wake up, run in search, here is the only one

But I am stirring about disappointment, I lower it in a void firing

[Breedv] (x2)

I am an emotional freak, like Philip Rot

In my soul I have a void, like Philip's mouth

My compass is always set to a female that does not give me

I read all his books, but Philip Rot did not help me

[Kostya]

With age, I became the hero of the gloomy paintings of Ulrich Vali

Until I finish the bathroom for 2 hours, I can't get out

The neighbors threaten to evict, pour glue in my teapot

I don't care, the older you are, the more you are desperate

And it's not about life plans, I'm talking now stupidly about fucking

I live in a communal apartment and spend the last money on whores

Years broke my peers: who is thumping, who wants to hang himself

I dream of young charming people when a ditch is in a rage

This is my utopia, my walk-field, my city city

I still have not left a dream of writing, but dick dictates the laws

While he works nothing else: it is buried, flooded

Including ambitions, I lost the score for years, I put it off for later

I am Bunuel on the contrary, I want an hour for sleep and 23 on a run

Their hats on these roads of love and aching pain

I am a gold subscriber of all sites and blogs on the topic

I am a snob and a dope

And for this they let me go to where dreams live, but nothing is allowed

Everything is possible except penetration

Jerk off - dance, they tell me

Nearby there will be a chick whose tights I stole in the 7th grade

She was given sleeping pills or drug and she is completely in my hands

Like a doll, but warm, and I start to cry between her legs

Something about life becomes clear to me, some kind of innate fear

Suddenly retreats and it seems that I can really be with her

Her white skin, blond hair and lips like a sentence to us

I hear it and fulfill it, I hope our corpses will be born together

[Breedv] (x2)

I am a dumb idiot, just like Philip mouth

My fingers in my hair, like Philip's mouth

I climb them in a pussy, like a child in a festive cake

I’m dying, but I don’t give up until I sit in my mouth.