Текст песни KillaGram - Не за хрен собачий

Delirious with an evening walk
On native lanes
The package pint of kefir
And fresh loaf of bread
Kicking butts as Urca ,
Mara new sneakers ...
In the ears headphones
The player Maraya Kerry.

Lit the lantern ,
Will burn until dawn .
Day behind,
There were no signs of trouble.
Ahead as planned
Telly and sofa
Half a cup of yogurt .
Well, or even a whole glass .

And so, probably , and it was
but barred
The road near the house
Some fuck .
When caught up with porridge
I flew with the mawashi .
Last I heard -
& quot; For you, bitch , Pasha & quot ;.

Tearing off the ground strata
Dragged into the bushes.
And there, behind the bushes
Long kicked.
Then someone of them
On top heel added .
And so would all do ...
Yes, but I'm not Paul .

I was thinking about death
Honestly I can admit it.
But it seems it somehow
A little differently.
I did not think even
So dumb tidy .
So ridiculous to drive off
Not for doggy fuck .

I imagined it
Itself quite differently .
Not until the year so
Two thousand shesyat - eighth .
At the ripe old age
In the garden of the suburban villas
With a cigar in his mouth
And with bubble tequila.

Under the surf
And the cries of gulls rabid
With a smile on his face,
Rocking in a rocking chair .
In a circle of large families
And the children's laughter .
Quietly asleep ,
And quietly pulled away into another world .

And if the war ,
Then used only hero.
Against the occupiers of the Damned
Unequal battle .
To save his comrades,
I , without question ,
Kyd on recess
As Aleksandr .

However , it ended
Absolutely not.
A bit more prosaic
In pissed bushes.
Lying in the grass,
Where is cold, dark and damp .
In the hands of a broken package
With nevypitym yogurt ...