Текст песни Хламида - Рычагом управления

Control lever on the head,
Nerves squeeze into the war.
Empty words, we have to wait
The easiest way is to just shoot and shoot.

And girls have bullets instead of dolls,
Instead of books - pomegranate volley,
And the boys from the spring only fragments,
From love only hangover.

One touch, seventh step,
Wise views, in my head - pathetic.
Goodies about food -
I buy a glass of water in the store.

And I did not notice the podebku,
I did not check my pulse on the arm.
Gad turned down the newspaper,
Hit backhand - a stain on the wall.

And I did not notice the podebku,
I did not check my pulse on the arm.
Gad turned down the newspaper,
Hit backhand - a stain on the wall.

We must fight
No need to wait
Like "two, two, four,"
Like "fuck your mother."

Have to fight
For the idea and honor,
Fuck less
And eat less.

And at my heart is a knife,
And you have blood in your blood,
And you do not touch my words,
Hey-ee-ee ...

And I stand knee-deep in shit,
And the glasses cover my eyes,
Again we sit with a kettle
We smoke for two,
We smoke for two,
We smoke for two,
We smoke for two,
We smoke for two ...