Nikelle - 8 - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

My Patha with me, we look at the fucking world,

I am in dance with fate, but I dance alone.

Their relatives are not, they look and think, here is a moron,

He plays on feelings, fucks whores, lowers the loot and eats cocaine.

Scary? Who will it share with? I'm swallowing pills

I leafed through the phone book, they only want to have fun, fakes!

We're friends! To hell with love, bring a glass of whiskey,

I am saturated with love, only my love in ecstasy pills.

We are hungry children here, reach for the stars, the smell of glory in Ray Ban.

We fool people, sell shit, we are children from the poor.

We sent greetings from hell, there the devil teases with a sweet candy.

Give this to Santa Claus, we better give us a cigarette.

The girl got up early, she should be at the university at eight.

She sat down behind the house by the tree, takes a photo on the body.

He puts the blue Pack, covering it with autumn foliage and quietly gets into the full bus, taking out the travel card.

My coordinates on the ramp, I threw my soul into kiwi,

A piece of Crac on the lamp, I am in the role of Gary in this fucking film.

Which I want to see again and again,

The world without drugs is more beautiful, but I do not even see a gray background.

My advertisement lies in your player, the baby is just mesn with one click.

You drove the way to the brothel, you know I am Nark, I love stripes.

What kind of drades he put on, Dolbaub! I am not from this world, call me Frick.

Write for love, fuck one, think about it and the track will become a hit.

They love you so much, for what? Sad Crazy.

Depression fucked yesterday on the sofa of a friend, the Pedic broke in her.

My heart is pounding, grabbing the pulse, a bitch where is all the pills? Where are Feazik's affairs?

Pour more whiskey, close from the inside, you fucking Isi, let's not fuck!

I climb into shit, glory with the taste of death, a full bag.

I smile at the brothel to become sad,

I touch the pulse on my hand.

Once I will wake up, kiss my beloved, give her a bouquet.

But now the guys are in kind Huyevo, I meet the dawn on the detractive.