Lyrics Нойз Мс - на районе 3 недели

The latter sprinkled greens in our Boules for a long time.
I do not remember earlier the time when the gray would have more
For the storage and distribution of prohibited plants,
With the plan in the area, everything was always more or less.

But Jah fell asleep, swelling of us, I hear his snoring and sniffing,
He has incontinence from Monday to Sunday.
The heaven has an enuresis - in the city a flood,
New songs are not written without Ganjubas - there is no inspiration.

There are grandmas, but the hucksters do not take the tubes,
Not the hounds for the twenty -first day.
White slippers put on all the proven turbidity.
There are no puffs in the area for three weeks.

Chorus:
There is no plan in the area for three weeks - Oh, this is serious.
We dream of boxes and glasses at night - we need it like air.
Points, hucksters on the shooting, cops are closed.
There is no plan in the area for three weeks ...

For three weeks of reggae and Dub have been silent in our columns,
And before they played regularly at maximum volume.
Sales of chocolate "Alyonka" have sharply decreased
And a cheap mineral water in bottles of small capacity.

Gray tortoise of the cranial shell of the cranial
The surrounding world looks timidly,
On the face - a colon, dash and an open bracket.
Gloomy thoughts groan under the hosts of the corrals, like a car in a traffic jam.

There are grandmas, but the hucksters do not take the tubes,
Not the hounds for the twenty -first day.
White slippers put on all the proven turbidity.
There are no puffs in the area for three weeks.

Chorus:
There is no plan in the area for three weeks - Oh, this is serious.
We dream of boxes and glasses at night - we need it like air.
Points, hucksters on the shooting, cops are closed.
There is no plan in the area for three weeks ...
(x2)

There are no puffs in the area for three weeks ...