Текст песни ChipaChip - На слабо

We flew up there with you?
Not believing took the weak.
And in the player again Minor.
Just tune of seven notes.

We flew up there with you?
Not believing took the weak.
And in the player again Minor.
Feeling like an octopus wrapped.

Here muted light, street, rain.
Throughout the apartment scattering petals of flowers.
Your flavor hit the nose zhёsche than acetone.
Couplets in the table, fuck who you Matza - up.

I do not come, dripping Rh negative.
With my palms goes to hell here all your sobriety.
And this song is just unnecessary, dim fresco.
Losing the sharpness in the reflection of the eyes there is no shine.

Probably the way it should be.
Not funny, I was under the windows, ripped whisper.
After partying after EUREKA spend on shopping.
So good in fact looks like to see them on the ass.

You've decked the favorite face.
Dull passes in a short dress with no bra.
No troubles with nalik all basically very otlichnenko.
That's all remnants of the past, nothing personal.

We flew up there with you?
Not believing took the weak.
And in the player again Minor.
Just tune of seven notes.
We flew up there with you?
Not believing took the weak.
And in the player again Minor.
Feeling like an octopus wrapped.