94ZIMA - ТТ - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

There are no incurables, they won’t accept cash at the top You gave shit in return, accept it, it was piling up in droves Don’t blow into your ears, your wound has become a hole Mom forgive your son I ruined the little thing early

Your idol all the way was Tony Montana, Now you are controlled by the fucking manda You say you would get up without any problems And he looked at him like you, but without it Here, like a screw, you have to turn around an axis Otherwise the screws will screw into the lids and into the grave Everyone dreams of it being there something in your pocket, Don’t stretch out the oil on the velvet sofa, So as not to flaw Dima, but to remain sincere And the cross is not the size of a finger to show, but under the shirt on the neck, So that against the girl and not the tracker in civilian clothes, Curl up not in the entrance, but as an old man in pajamas Squeezed out but not the loot wrung out the laundry So that milk languishes in a saucepan on the stove Not for skinny faces but for your own child You wait, I’ll catch my breath, I’ll sit and go There’s a golden horde in light green vests I’d hit them in the neck with a Gillette razor Although what the hell is that with a magic stick How the fuck can you raise real money Scattered on the lava to the right and to the left But before each week I wouldn’t shake my nerves I was confident in myself so I could please them Having adjusted my life to a bitch, but I wasn’t brought up like that I’m at the table in the studio on a wooden chair Not on the sofa with leather covered with elastic My house is not a cottage in an elite area A closet with clothes in the know, I don’t chase fashion Wasn’t born in bullion, but everything will be cool The main thing is that I don’t get confused there Otherwise, it happens, I got promoted, I understood They didn’t understand, others were confused, I died Chorus: There are no incurables, at the top they won’t accept cash Gave shit in return, accept it, accumulated in bulk Not you need to blow into your ears, your wound has become a hole Mom, forgive your son, a little thing ruined you early [2x]

My dreams are in love again, I'm sailing into the winter Again we wait until spring, it gives me incentive I'm saving my strength on the beautiful shore Where the waves melt past there in the summer they carry mud Let these feelings no longer warm me You are warmer for me Thank you Lady of Art It was so skillful noodles very delicious Now it’s an evening with feeling with arrangement, sadness Your statements are no more expensive than a couple of lines Smoking will kill in the dark he makes dots Brew coffee stronger alone this evening I know time heals but I’ll heal for the turnip. Chorus: There are no incurables, at the top they won’t accept it in cash Gave shit in return, accept it, it was piling up in droves Don’t blow into your ears, your wound has become a hole Mom forgive your son I ruined the little thing early.