Текст песни Капа - УТЮГИ

Volga goes into a flood, grandmothers swim,
Who nasasorezil tightly climbs into a stranglehold,
Mama's sons became garbage,
We'll walk through the dented brains with irons.

By favorite longing, pain at the temple, weak grief.
Galimo on the box in the news chattering.
The smoke circulates with a pillar, a bunch of coffee mugs,
Phone crack, see, while someone needs.
Under the feet of broken dishes - there was a scandal.
Has reached plus of lacks of a heap, it is tired.
Sharks feed if the storm at sea. On a visit
Yesterday the boys came and played dice.
For them, in the course of their life, running had long since changed their walking,
And vanity is a chance to fool fate.
Money is flying into the pipe, boy, let's weigh
Chances to fall off the district, although for a month.
Many have their hands in shit, but think they are in gold.
My boys were drowned in hops and malt,
And I'm not an angel, they're not the same wings,
But who is God when I swallow dust?

Volga goes into a flood, grandmothers swim,
Who nasasorezil tightly climbs into a stranglehold,
Mama's sons became garbage,
We'll walk through the dented brains with irons.

Volga goes into a flood, grandmothers swim,
Who nasasorezil tightly climbs into a stranglehold,
Mama's sons became garbage,
We'll walk through the dented brains with irons.

For your favorite longing, pain at the temple.
I'm somewhere between a glass of whiskey and an attempt at sleeping.
Or does spring work this way?
Or just at home the ceiling became low?
Sand poured into my eyes as if.
I'm getting out of here, from everyday dishes.
A minute later boarding for the flight,
Where I can start again from scratch while there is power.
It would be a swagger.
And people like me, always liked to live beautifully.
I went into it, I did not stick it into life, like in the throat of a pitchfork,
Also left, where tequila flows.
Meanwhile, friends became friends, friends - friends.
Girlfriends are someone's wives. Temporarily.
You in me can not be so sure.
Do not judge prejudicedly, I am here in transit.

My Samara has long been a small town.
Go back five years ago, at least for an hour.
A friend from the army wrote: "There are no letters from the woman"
But I know - a new hacker with her, an old story.
In the district there are all the same shops, the same faces.
Sometimes, someone sometimes has to smoke.
And everyone dreams: there will be gold, there will be spoilage.
Recognize the rascals of the rich man.
Weekdays come on the heels early in the morning.
For people like us, work, as for the dog kennel.
In the evening, in the trawl, they ran past the boutiques.
Crush in the crush of complete laughter and screams.
I will return home like hundreds of Magellanians,
Which achieved the long-awaited goal.
The district is a hole, and the hut is a canteyka,
Fate is a turkey, and life is a villain, a son.

Volga goes into a flood, grandmothers swim,
Who nasasorezil tightly climbs into a stranglehold,
Mama's sons became garbage,
We'll walk through the dented brains with irons.

Vodka goes into a flood, grandmothers swim,
Who on козарзит will hardly climb in a stranglehold,
Mama's sons became garbage,
We'll walk through the dented brains with irons.