Текст песни Владимир Матей - жизнь проходит

life goes on at home the same corner is adjacent, and not dumb like you, the idiot my father put pavers in the arena and I put on my studies, I leave the house less and less often, my ears cut rusty strings life passes me life goes to the ballot box all some kind of fuss all the time and all my time is spent on memes don't you have me mother in the kitchen asks how the bunny slept? breakfast is on the table, I’m hungry very much every day you give out a rooster and for no reason you take nonsense you turn it into dust the bazaar was the only chance to express yourself but you write a chanson it’s better to torment yourself because the manuscripts don’t burn but the fart of basics for a newfag baguette burns