Astacul - Горе от ума - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Woe from the mind, the ball is torn through the cords

May we children and the world divide in half

Your conjuncture, this sign of a dull fool sets in your head will not disappear after centuries

Which day you are on repetition, cut down the ruby mountains, what kind of shame, on the skin from life patterns, antediluvian order, old -fashioned looks, around gays parades, bitch from paradise you to hell

Close your book, you are an excessive pawn

Bags under the eyes from a fucking night,

Honors, clouds you are worried

Buy Tamagochi, fuck his brains at night

How cool you are, how smart you are

Under Igida fools, woke up in the prosecutor's office

Became the boss, in the ladies from the ass

Fuck you beautiful, you will be able to strangle money from money

life in which there was very little sense

The life of disputes and other scenes of backstage

Artists that break the system without leaving the shadow of disputes

The exemption of their ruby mountains

Parents echo that every day is on repetition

You cut them with a bang of grimmers, I want a house by the sea dad Borya

Vakhui from all this, a small chicken at 20 became a classic bitch

From one sound that three friends made him with her

The ears are folded into a corner, you became Padrue

We taught you this, where you climbed no one without asking

Livni will pass, a bitch will wash off but the meaning of life will beat

After all, I, too, to the question to whom she was interesting to raise the bitch's hand and it was honestly, even in the role of the bride I saw wrote on the walls in the entrance, spent grandmas, expensive gifts

Bitch was mistaken in the brand

Her marriage of her belief was so launched

That fucked clouds were gathering over her mug on a sunny day

Memorized darkness, we are all de -energized

And find the necessary only from case to case

Guy you are chasing a show

You are furious from the fat is sent to her around the world

Poisoned in the apartment, you say satire

Intrafantil ducks, thoughts black holes

Who choke your soul narrowed

What notes at dinner, eats with ice cream

Sitting in a VIP bed, plays with fate about God, who is you stupid

Fucking. stupid. Autlet. ballet summer

At the same time without a boshka

Yours. Intellect. Like an ear stick, a bitch to teach me

A hackneyed meaning, in a month

Lost how the hyena loses fangs

Took breaks instead of breakthroughs

Yelled like a bitch during spring

And the opinions of bacteria, brainless piders in the crowds of lost ones never asked

From your opinion, comments of reading forces will not decrease, brotherly sucking

I did and do it, with chalk and pitch

was responsible for words, I know my rights

Not from the yard

But in different worlds I visited like fire and water

That the mind was fogged but years later I broke away and stood up for the helm

Fell and torn, found and lost, did not get lost among other people's countries

This quest passed, the childhood went on and the bitches are suppressed that they put a cross on me

From revenge to flattery, ringing ring

Dumb beast you all put a cross

Woe from the mind, the ball is torn over the cords

May we children and the world divide in half

Your conjuncture, a clear sign of a dull fool, does not disappear in your head after centuries