Текст песни HASH TAG - Босиком

Someone charges pistols, well, and someone bong
All of us surrounds space, my friend, it is the law
Children are scary in the world of adults, our thoughts have become waxed, my friend, it is a pen
Paranoid cynic, money became the main goal - a lot of tongue
We are sometimes a little clinical. I put everything on the con and leaving from here barefoot

I:
Brother on my brother, on any: thunderstorm, sky, flood, pus.
Of bread,
Money,
Spectacles - we do not remember the war
AND...
Then not No. You argue as a sore.
Your dealer - Dr. Zoyberg, he trades micro

Soon we wish, perhaps, after years, in search of canes
Here
No skin color
Here
Only color bone is important

In St. Petersburg I'm nonresident
On TV Urgant and Posner
For morons, I am fashionable,
Although the farm

See ...

By this we are alive, brother ..
Sataman, Babylon: He needs a soldier
Call me "Russian Vanya", all childhood I really plow
You are unique as Kanye, and you blow more than Snoop

See ...

I hope you will soon simulate
Live becomes better. Moreover, Hitler Caput
Where is all the money Lebovski?
All of them in the very center, where the corpse is

You are experiencing in vain, here in the dark arch give stumps
Such rites, all fast food here
Word contrast - we are in a muddy pond
I barely sees fish eyes, and female sabs ..

Someone charges pistols, well, and someone bong
All of us surrounds space, my friend, it is the law
Children are scary in the world of adults, our thoughts have become waxed, my friend, it is a pen
Paranoid cynic, money became the main goal - a lot of tongue
We are sometimes a little clinical. I put everything on the con and leaving from here barefoot ..