Текст песни Гёрландия Кактуса - Душевная

Small business, smuggling,
Who would come to refueling.
From the edge, on the side, I would pass,
Kara God behind
Looking for new ways
I am on the old highway,
Moving in silence
Partner, boss or servant
Maybe former friends
Yes, who is what
What am I owning here
We wear cargo for the sake of families

Stop, but on what, is there a limit?
Phrase "and how much?" - this is a wind change
Aviation and Diving, Here are routes for deliveries
Black cat, gradually assimilated in gray

So, it is necessary, somewhere more, somewhere "drugs"
We study the spirits of our wounds
Time of year, yes no matter
you wake up from marasm
At noon, at night or in the morning,
Under the Poltos, but you are in the kitchen

It's fun however
Imagine
But on TV Dunno,
Looking for meaning in a dead mammy

May be stupid, maybe humor,
In two broken at night glasses
See joy and assholes that they decided to throw them

Email address or number
Yes, we will call you
At night, the building under the layer
Communals and Khrushchevak
Here and the windows have a story
Your glass is already filled.

Faithful dog with throne games
Transformed into vegetable
As if eternity, but under the Christmas tree
As if a trifle but on vodka
Michael Jackson would be a zombie,
Here and shot directly to the point
Dancing, music and daughter
The cemetery has a property
Whether you are dead, you're on style
Straight as in the old clip thriller

Paramount, Sony Pictures
Here is the producer of old films
And work at the factory
This is not straight and dumb
Although stable and on Saturday
Rest from work

Caffeine dawn lies in diapers
Would dissolve in boiling water, here is the energy and in joules