Текст песни Артём Лоик - 11. Комментаторы

Musician, why are you cold?
All your texts are simple!
Only rats whip and whip.
It’s better not to sing at all
After, like you!
And we are not rats, we are cats!
Your truths are old!
Do not pick up a hundred snouts
At the concert, drop it!
You are not a sidekick to us, not bro!
Very painful you are good!
Stop pouring, Harosh!
Deal done, and Wali.
Can't build a new Rome
You talk too fast
How could such a mouse
Love more than pilaf.
These tricks and flow,
These are contrary to
Musicians are fools!
Nothing about your protests.
Without writing better texts
I’ll write and wrap it up.
You clown, bazaar, well!
You walk to the shoulders aside.
Mow forever, no style
I tell you about
Listen, tie a little brother.
Not in demand
What you write is bad manners!
Times went by an arc
It’s very common - do not send,
Very weak - to be reputed to be strong,
It’s more convenient for us to drain you,
Musician, went to "Ha",
Even here with a knife, impudent,
Cut out our saint mat,
What's up like a chick? Mother with a photo!
Do not change hell for heaven.
And yours is the bottom, let's dive!
Our likes in another word.
Oneg flee from you.
You were interesting to the Pied Piper
Muhykantam - no.
All reposts, we are for the campaigns
Grind on the herds.
Unknown Pied Piper - no,
And to the musicians - yes!
Get lost before sunset
Maybe you yourself are a rat, Loic?
Pretended to be a musician
As well as the Pied Piper ...