Текст песни Драмма - замыкаю круг

I think we are so, well, everything, well, on someone else's beds
And I ask, let's leave everything without explanation
No one .. so did not hesitate how cute you are.
Honey ... thanks for the flash,
Guillotine cut off the arms, legs under the knee
In the booth urgent documents
Moments poured printer
And in my iris appear, dead pixel
While they are there battles for 1000 subscribers

To whom the shots helped with depression
I was helped by a piece of ink
Looped bitukhoy
On the household is simple, what lived
Sifted through the heart, poured brown bread millet

After, I knew you would listen for sure.
And I wanted to write a little tale
About how poor I am, what a whore you are
But scum campaign Stasik, well, and you're so ... stupid

Where are your feet climbed? I do not give concerts
Although called from the south and the frosty north
Well, I take money from these kids
Well, as it is dumb, Tipo pale, Tipo not right
I do not threaten my life, trying to improve
So many moments are weird, I will answer as the creator of them
And you soldiers, without eyes and without stripes
Vote for success, for those who have achieved!

Start at the beginning, have I already heard somewhere?
Was reading? Or in Monique, spitting, there was expectorant
Tried to do in a fashionable way, with a cool chorus.
What would the trend, on the pink waves, Tipo on the yacht
Cigar club bastards with big stomachs
Always open, club card solitaire at the reception
And the cockroaches hid, those crumbs in the rooms
What did you manage to snatch them, with a mouth, eating at breakfast

And tomorrow is a spiral, like a new day
I do not distinguish them for a long time.
They look so much like people.
Smoked the last match burned.

Smoked the last match burned
Love! My best ailment.
You are not my friend, not a brother or a friend.
So ... scum, closing the circle.