Lyrics Bad Balance - Бэла Бэланс Нас

Bad Balance sits in each of us,
Bad Balance - a sharp smell of gas,
Bad Balance, black, white,
Bad Balance, the sight of a sharp eye ...

Let's look at ourselves, we'll beat our brains,
Well, who do we fucking look like?
His eyes darkened, his teeth were also black,
The natural color of the skin is worse than the atomic war for us.
We like to talk about philosophical topics,
We say that we know God and that we will be in Eden soon ...
Love goes, skin awaits,
Shard of thought, I want to know you in advance.
Alcohol, nicotine and acid, dzhan.
The Taman envelops us, erasing the boundary between us (rubbish, rubbish).
Under the dope we fade,
Follow me - my eyelids go down.
Joy comes to the house, when the pockets are full of money,
Even if stuffed, love will not always knock.
We are let down by our strongest health,
You consider yourself strong and healthy, do not you?

So we see an eternal dream,
So we are ironing azon ...

Let's look at ourselves, let's brains;
Let's look at ourselves, let's brains;
Let's look at ourselves, we'll beat our brains,
What do we do with our hands, where are we going with our feet?
Here offers a hapanet a little jana I know,
Wiping that while he is leaving for another world,
(Oh!) Hey-hey; pouring a hundred grams,
Tears of the body, bitches, drip into a glass,
Under the tongue try to throw a paper LCD,
Or give vent, in syringes pour a dose of acid,
Bad Balance does not say, we say:
Bad Balance is the negative side ...

Smoke is worth it-it's worth a pillar,
Someone opens, catches, catches a thrill with his mouth ...
Smoke is worth it-it's worth a pillar,
Someone opens, catches, catches a thrill with his mouth ...

Everything is in order, it would seem, but the fact is,
When in the heat of passion we forget to dress a condom.
Organism, our strength, alas, does not protect against AIDS
In bed, the body is a virus-parasite.
Bad you, Bela Balance of us
Bad Balance sits and turns each of you ...

So we see an eternal dream.
I want to live life so ...
So we are ironing azon ...

Bad Balance sits in each of us,
Bad Balance - a sharp smell of gas,
Bad Balance, black, white,
Bad Balance, the sight of a sharp eye ...

Pirate, and I believe in myself more than ever
Cold hope and a row near the temple.
In dark puddles, the lights help you to leave
From the reality of events, from doubts, from shooting ...
In fact, in fact, you have a liver scattered,
Your brains are gone and you are already impotent.
And without noticing the progress of nicotine over the lungs,
Bezoperina, radiation and other shit,
Without leaving the baby with a pacifier,
With the desire to smear, go into a binge, smoke and sleep, do not you? ...

Bad Balance sits in each of us,
Bad Balance - a sharp smell of gas,
Bad Balance, black, white,
Bad Balance, the sight of a sharp eye ...

So we see an eternal dream,
So we are ironing azon ...
So we see an eternal dream,
So we are ironing azon ...