Lyrics Баста - Не лезь ко мне в душу, прошу, там итак нехуй рушить.

Sadly, yes, sad - so x ** with him
Sadness because , and I 'm playing with it
Darkness eating , I like the blind mole
Sneak through the tunnel , because in the end - the light
Day hung from the ceiling , in the area of ​​chandeliers
On the commune - muzlo , Tusa , and empty the trash today
I promёrz to the bone
I like the air you need to place in the sun by the sea on the sand
I think : & quot; Well, gotta go home
Calls back to fraternization bro - area longing to the brim & quot;
Mom cry when he saw his son in the window
And the little boy , saying goodbye , will wave his hand to mum
I woke up in a sweat evil monster
Clean x ** nёy , salt on the case after The Big Lebowski
Little boy never learned to be an adult
Could not pretend to vzhivshis image
In an open day in my nuthouse
Do not go into my soul , I ask - there so Neh ** ruin
Nightmares and pain, temperature oscillates between zero and forty
It is treated, but let's not doctors
It is not available the fifth day
Absurd, but I have a cold , the loss of reason
Studio and Travel Bag
Yes, I'm a robot , iron box
But when you're around - I was timid and short wiring
City of illusions huge , cold and sad
Hand out the window - and catch the snow
On its head was rotated all here
After all, even the good Santa can slip under the tree beneath ** ku
Light between the boards on the boarded-up windows
I live between exhalation and inhalation
In the long corridor between the output and input
Between the ceiling and the floor , and plainly nonsense
And , like, mistakes Memorize me
But again the replays, I'm drawn to the sadness
More minuses than pluses
Smile , but I

Sad, sad , sad, sad
(Motherfucker)
Sad, sad , sad, sad
(Motherfucker)
Sad, sad , sad, sad
(Motherfucker)
Sad, sad , sad, sad
(Motherfucker)
Sad, sad , sad, sad
(Motherfucker)

Outside the window, black-and- white drawings , dusk, bytovuha , I'm not in the spirit of
Komnatuha , cabin , rustic, yacht harbor - oh, would rest
Outside, the snow melts , puddles, dinner between husband and wife
Boring movie about the fact that they have not one soul
No love, no friendship, hard, but you need to
Photoshop or dinner ?
slow decay
Moscow in touch, normal flight, had not slept for
In the paradise of the house , then ...
Saw all but one in particular - I could not remember
The noise of the Little Ones , dvizhnyak clumsy teddy bears
Plaintive whine rusty swing
Life teaches steeper any textbook , as a firm to be
You're right , the link with me - it is a failure
I would like to shove smoothly as smoothly sailed tank to ram
I want you to sing , I've come barefoot over the coals , my love
Did you even look, how sad
If the old yard thee was not recognized
The snow has melted and covered with yellow leaves polparka
Never been a coward , but without those who do not , I'm sad