Мне 20 лет

Universal grayness at our level , then
Grew , like, intelligent, grown bad
Uniforms pulled , glasses filled
Hardly be drunk , sobered up and realized
That 's it , life , and nowhere to go in it .
There socialist realism generated Sovdepovo
To feast at the table of the insatiable ,
To vekovat broken at the trough
Yes, God is with him , I wanted to spit on their mess
As long as me hungry , so I'm having fun
All the pain in front; parted beggars freebies
Oh, ripped jeans , pockets full of holes
Flag , or what , where , all on me that not collected
Country great driver - good people
And live from song to the glass from the glass to the song yes
You may ask , why not sit still ?
No, I could find a fat woman
Mistress , worker , sex bomb ; for less
I do not agree , but nobody subscribe
And nicely , one where I breathe easier
Poets village rowing fever hands
City on the corpses are his banner
There are others , but these patients and nerve
They are all destined stairway to heaven
And as for me , so I'm not one , and not this
I am generally very difficult to be attributed to the poets
Slut - songstress my goddaughter , clever
I'm not live in this house , but you are my stairs
You're a whore vokzal'naya holy nurse
Living Water , merciless gallows
Hundred mouths spat , rose purple
Not miles you bore me , mother six-
I'm only with you something else, so mean
Cheap gift , dear sop
Ha strings hanging , crucified on the fretboard
With you I'm changing my twenties