Текст песни Нигатив feat. Змей - Бездна

Hungry, dilapidated, poor, not anywhere, homeless and childless ... Country cracked - My abyss - hopeless, fate chopped ...

Take me away from these winters, Tetushka Zina - where the water N. Nyn do not interfere with gasoline, where the mouth of the mouth, does not pull the rubber, and in the stores - nothing but a cross ... I want to be in Brazil - and even at least on Zile - and here As in the ultrasound - all shine in the sky blue ... From parasites with Ksivami, Psychov and Violence - take me out! Take me out of Russia! .. By burning bridges, it may be cool - my monastery will find at the junction of the centuries - in the desert ... the taste of melon will remember, and how in fires we threw out the outstanding chopping cartridges - a little - in the bushes, on the worst plasters , And how we boasted each other in front of each other ... And how it was not easy for me on the red sheet ... Lord, for what they crutches me? .. For three years in the hospital - guests were - with sharp my bones of my bones ... and These shots, courtyards in dust or pharmacies with overdue medicines ... and who needs a disabled among the elite? .. After all, I'm already forgotten - I'm forgotten in the country! .. The soul is hurting, the heart pulls the magnet ... but I will leave - How to drink to give - and we will be kids ...

Hungry, dilapidated, poor, not good, homeless and childless ... Crystanna - my abyss - hopeless, the fate of the cut ... Hungry, dilapidated, poor, not good, homeless and childless ... Country County is - hopeless, fate chopped ...

Again, these, pits, off-road ... Tired, but stubbornly, I will appear to the temple to the foot ... And it's not the sticks can be out of the skin to climb indifferently - the dawn will find me where the field with rye grudge fucked ... and suddenly Anxiously so will fall on my soul - what are you, Russia-mom? .. It is impossible already - to the sons as a stepmother - they hike me with the sky and I'll cry! .. Everyone on drunks whip ... Let him not be in My years wander with the heart of the well, and you let your devilments in the house, Voronne - everything is not lucky with the heads - they are posing them - they are rushing - responding, shrug - sadness is extraordinary! .. Meet me in May - in tea, happiness is not enough. Tea with a desperate cry of seagulls in someone else's mooring ... Which time, people will buy us? .. Will it come, so that they will not be trampled and did not beat you, Rus Orthodox? .. Do not die - I beg! - I will be near! - I will give life - I swear! .. Hungry, dilapidated, poor, not good, homeless and childless ...

Country crawled - my abnormal - hopeless, the fate is cut ... Hungry, the dilated, poor, not good, homeless and childless ... Country Country - Capless - Non-Reliable, Distened Distened