Текст песни Типси Тип - Мясорубка выпуск 38

Volodya was not allowed to call himself a poet.
signatures in the cabinets of the country councils.
we were born in it in greetings.
got out to life with greetings.
but here the calendar is frozen.
and at me as at it in a ballad two "I".
first pay a second melody.
on karmane.ne to disassemble who is easier.
I pour salt crystals on old yeast.
to spit out the reins.
and give the mouth a microphone.
that bitch that bites me.
Boshka belongs to me. and what's inside of me.
this piece is not for sale. do not fuck.
navorachivayu myshi.o something like karma.
I'm going to kick a pack from the "Monte-Carlo".
I think it's interesting to live better than elegant.
and it is useful if the years are burned.
If jackals were scraping and getting on the teeth.
if there was no sleep.
although my deck without rats did not remain a favorite.
as far as I can buy a mazu.
palyu Vasyu.ili fraternal soul less often.
I sing songs for you. My ears cut.
just do not be ahuevshim.my people like people.
I will give you the essence. As long as it will be.

The minced meat will wake me in the morning ...