Текст песни Макс - Моя Жиза

My life is like sugar but I forget about the salt in the tracks. I go to soccer, I play for FC Torpedo. I stand at the gate just like a neuer behaving bravely. My goalkeeper feeling never let me down. I study at school with class graduates light the room and they each follow their own taste. One of them is listening to Niger rap Oleg, there is still Karina rhyming with the name Darina, they are all just beautiful and, in general, are they diverse? Tell me, do you all agree? Their diligence is not in vain; they are strong in spirit and not contagious at all. You ask in which class I am in class 7 B. We are not subject to anyone; all the girls are simply dangerous. I have a favorite teacher, Denis Aleksandrovich, he is a hockey player, so don’t whine at his lessons. If you came to our classroom, get used to it, baby, if you don’t get used to it, come on now. All classes are waiting for the second of a call to fall off the less favorite lesson, but I know the 11th grade is not the same as their fighting class, but for me it’s not native yet everyone is standing there behind each other as they are sitting behind a wall like a golden class. I don’t chase after someone, for something.
I am not led by a trend, a patent.
I just grab moments, gold or argentum. Come on. Find me on VK updating the feed. I am not writing to the president why the school is not being restored where there are new toilets but why do we need it. It seems that all classes would not live according to school rules, why do we need rules at all. We have lectures on crocodile and salt, but we are addicts, let's check my pockets. In general, my life goes on and there are still classes 2, 4, and I will leave this school and will live on the same kefir .....