Вера Полозкова - И все тебе пьется-воется - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

And everything is drunk for you, it is how it is, but not crying, at least kill. Your boys are God's army, and you are an upstart and plebeians; There is such a queue for each one that you should stand before gray hair, more and more, your daughter’s bitch, you are half a city, I am alone; Every bright, beautiful, affectionate, everyone wears an glacier inside - losers like you and I love tortures like them.

God knows how to cherish, pod, but he will fierce with you: after all, you don’t have a living place, well, where does such a arrogance come from? Get your teeth and be a cable, leave him, play along, you are eaten by darkness and panic, give up, give up, and there will be paradise. Sit in the square in the city center, why are you walking ahead, you are grunted, ripped off, only threads and foams; Well, you’ll sweat him, well, please, upstairs to his belly to him, you still won’t wait for pity, relief and love.

You are weak, it takes caviar, because, in the heart, a sharp drill; How much you can lose, lose and try to keep your face.

Like in prison: they let go of the lady if they see that you are dead. But your eyes are with a mock, and therefore a line with two. In general, you are already definitely a suicide bomber, with a sieve in his chest.

But inside something else is angry. So, still ahead.