Текст песни ВАНТУЗ - ГОРОДОК

If you want to read it
Instead of a newspaper tablecloth
And pour out to the edge
Burning Cigarettes

In the dominoes, the fish coincided
In the yard, the Muscovite has died out
There is no cash in the store
Under the brick box
Time for Merlot
There is a rumor about UFOs
And by chance in the lottery box
A number appears
Old people are afraid of Sonya
Carousel wheels
And after eating sweet cotton wool
Good for half an hour
All are filmed in the cinema
Without a script playing
And do not need decorations
After all, the story is alive
Not knowing the taste of poison
Not letting the evil in my heart
Not wanting glory
Develop a craft
How can you not love
This place with giblets
And the people that are so skillful
Swear there poetry

Ah town my town
All the joys of tea and boiling water
Ah town my town
At the very bottom of the world around is cruel

I'm a commercial director
And let not everyone understand
I'll take a little time
Or rather five minutes
Your beards are up to the floor
Your feet barefoot
No drugs except for a shot
I am familiar with the problems
Sign here and there
Will you have a supermarket
And to the proceeds from the sale
We will build a new temple
And the head on my head
Eyes on the rollout answer!
This place will fail
Or in hell for that burn
If I'm lying to you speaking
All signed not in vain
Darkness is defeated by centuries
It's dawning
The person did not show a shadow
From the eyes it was warmth
And as is the case with laziness
A treaty with evil is signed

In the pharmacy new products
And it became fashionable to become sick
As on a diet have sat
All the women began to turn gray
Tastier with colors food
Water clear urine
Everybody's hurrying up there.
From advertising slogan mumbling
Only the director aside
Pretty hands rubbing
Has its own benefit
Goods sold to people
This is the capital market
About which here did not know
Wheat proteins spinning
What would their children have continued
The game is started
The town came taxes
The word is a fashionable franchise
Western gods gave
Bury the fools
To the ground with coin grains
Changing all food
On unnecessary items