Jubilee - На Пути Домой - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I fucked the map of Peter in my mouth, I know this whole city better than Peter the Great,

But on a difficult day, the native court will become a labyrinth, and how to solve all the ciphers, find all the riddles of Riddler,

YOOU, I can catch up with a brink, in the kitchen, where passion and kipish are sofa analytics,

Speaking of the speakers that have crossed alcohol decide whose paws of the tiger squeeze a scepter,

I am here again, I am at zero drunk, I am evil, no, I am again in the trash, I quarrel with someone, so that you die,

Close the door behind me, brother,

Another stuffy absorption with a crowd of morons, a crowd of shmar, metro, Nikita, still closed,

Night bus is my evil plan

And again, and again this bus is lucky on a new day, the road from alcohol,

The road from alcohol and strangers, around only dark windows,

Bus interior, let me be here among uninvited guests, and if the stars fall,

I will make it only so that I sobered up soon, because I remember that ...