Текст песни Небро - This is it

When the problems are up to the neck, When it’s just crap, It seemed like that’s all The end is coming soon, But life is still the same zebra, As far as I remember, Sweeten this fall with our new album. Once at the bottom you realized this is the end, And I am like a shepherd among a herd of sheep. With a modest salary, like a pedovka flap. On the little hats, the bitches got slapped. In this palette there were more gray peaks, And obeyed the bold. Now in the sections: "extracts of publicists", "Grandfathers against the Nazis." And where are you the true look of your dear homeland? Life is driven by hai, henceforth spit. Leaves us to die there,? -> Brother we die <-? . And then what is it built on And the appearance of the local? . And if you still breathe, So it still covers, With the desire to triple. There is an option that will close, There are options to hide Or wash with blood. You are heading for Troy. Three of you will rest, But be calm, If suddenly your friends cover with an Old thorny blanket. The prohibitions are violated in these verses, Trampled sneakers are mine and there are no more secrets. In Kulary are sarbonne. But crap a cloud of some left acquaintances. - "Do you know?" - I answer: “I know” Constantly changing places, Better not. Do you hear? Better not. A workbench plows and we slowly typeset it. Someone snaps behind closed shutters.