Текст песни GanGuBaS - Семь пятниц на неделе

Fine Line concepts we need to understand them
Problems bunch, I'm drowning in their arms
Make sounds louder - sticks friend
For tonirovochkoy in cars that come from Togliatti
And we are here, too, we roll who can not roll fuck
The cave in under the system, it is better just to die
Without changes, then foam, we treat thirst
Otdushi brother, one and all

Respect for being admitted into their canopy
I want that was Friday, five on Saturday and Sunday
Nerves of steel to hell, to the limit
After all, here in fact, the seven Fridays of the week
All tired, Jam, an understatement
All climb into my soul, there's fucking honey plastered chtol
Beautiful words, when a lie mouth blestal
It is not the city roads and off-road town

Singe whiskey, pen, blank piece
Again, I distribute and distribute a couple of lines
How to draw threads - Varick bulk
In the city of trunks, gingerbread and samovars
And the rhythm of the city, killing with his youth
Cigarette smoke and drink with malt
I do not remember himself in kafehe tea
As a result, we spend more money than it receives

We consoled themselves, saying only live once
Remembering the morning, evening drunk contrast
And then you know, it is necessary to pull the emergency brake
Quit drinking and smoking, start running in the morning
Here chump zahmurena some rubbish
Constantly build, Napoleonic plans
But not all terrible things, postponed to Monday
When the calendar, the seven Fridays of the week

Seven Fridays of the week ...