ATL - Малолетняя мразь - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Kitty... kitty.. Your lipstick, your dress is wrinkled. Your dirty throat is refreshed by Orbit - mint. Moral values are breathing smoothly, Neither mom nor dad knows how shabby you are - well, okay... And in any gateway the nose of a dog will pick up, Signals from the very depths of your humid space, Alcohol makes you see double. “On your knees,” said the priest, who will leave his offspring on your hair. Scum, juvenile scum, just scum... A surge of testosterone, did you pray to Desdemona for the night? Tonsils, lubricant, latex, mask... Othello disguised, semen with rum, co-c-c-coca-cola, Tomorrow at school you will be miserable. The Almighty will give you a chance again - to pray until you vomit. Scum.. Scum... juvenile scum, just scum.