zarewo. x F14FFY - 7.62 - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

7.62 caliber horn, knuckles in abrasions, I wish you a good morning in the nursery of human pollinishes,

forming long trains from themselves, someday you all will definitely come a pussy,

For two hours on the right, another woman is Lama, they told me that if you know your price, it was better than the tights,

Borov with a package from a closest department store, is approaching the architic lady,

I am documenting and trying not to problem from the sight of these Downes with a dream to leave for Prague, it is time for them,

They go to drink tincture for three hundred and bite with worm apples on the shop near the courtyard

7.62, the child’s veins have already pulled a rubber tourniquet,

Murmansk Reichstag is a tall hotel with the name Azimuth

People lie, people constantly and endlessly lie, I got into someone's lies,

It seems to be a fresh fuel oil, give me a canister of gasoline and matches, the lie burns well, I will set fire to myself

Seven sixty -two, I'm ready to shoot people,

That they teach me how to be a stupid slave without ideas

Seven sixty -two, the Russian biomurian was gathering in a herd,

To survive another day

Seven sixty -two, I'm ready to shoot people,

That they teach me how to be a stupid slave without ideas

Seven sixty -two, the Russian biomurian was gathering in a herd,

To survive another day

I am only 17, but in the morning I get up and look for how to get a lot

After lying under the train, fuck these tales that they read to us in childhood

You are not a hero of the story and not even a participant in actions

Enough to dream that everything will be fine, life is a low -budget show

Fuck went, if you think otherwise, we were taught to take handouts since childhood, but think that it is unauthorized

The bitch hurts me, from all the shit what is happening around

In the 21st century, on the crosses of crucifixes, I see whores

Why do I need love if it means nothing, I am a little boy with a narrow horizons of thinking

For which all my actions and decisions if they lead to the grave

Let me perish in the painted walls of my empty apartment, if I ask you to stick a knife in my back

But there are already thousands of blades

I am like a fucking target for sweatshirts, Verunov and cattle

All that was thrown into the stove and settled, maybe I will recover like a Lizergin Phoenix

But everything that my parents want from me is a good job, a faithful wife and children

Template life replaced reality

I knocked out or expand my consciousness, I have not yet decided

Unnecessary knowledge is driven to us in order to become "successful people"

But in the end, we shoot in the head at 40

Seven sixty -two, I'm ready to shoot people,

That they teach me how to be a stupid slave without ideas

Seven sixty -two, the Russian biomurian was gathering in a herd,

To survive another day