Boulevard Depo - Некрополь - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Masters of pop-loking in the style of Stevivi Hawking

Peter is my necropolis, penis and graves,

Needles climb under my nails, mobile phones are cut off,

After all, their moment has already expired to the morons,

And those who were simpler died, this life lesson, teach me to be, teach me to live and be,

Teach me to work, it is limited to passing through,

Teach your laws and orders of your beds, disperse people along the framework ***, whores, grandmas,

Hands stretch to the eyes, the head pulsates,

Someone stimulates brains and balances,

This is the monsters under the bed did not allow you to sleep, the gunpowder of you is injected, everything is clear now, the master of pop-loking in the style of Stevivi Hawking,

This is all about us a bro, a logic without doping,

This hydroponics as nano-electronics,

You will tear your dogmas, I go to the vodnik,

Your gods watched and sent SMS,

We want to hang it, we give you demons,

You words, throwing the advantage of the word,

You have disappointed us, these are the guys knead

And who is more important to you, personally skin interest,

It seems to me to be corny your goddess of the press,

The letter from the overlap on the cross, and I offer a toast,

The first round for the depot, the first toast for the Holocaust!