Текст песни ДЁРГАТЬ - неформалы

When the moon was hanging , we put your outfit :
Martens boots and bright camouflage,
Wristband on my arm , a bottle of vodka in his backpack ,
And my belt weighs patronage ...
We were again their pupils stare local bulls -
Their straining our casual look ,
And we walk past them , not looking back for a moment -
We do not what the conflict is empty !

My friends thumps gin girlfriend loves FPG -
Under their Mouzon we always have excellent sex!
And left me recently - a fucking pussy ,
Her enraged my new text.
And our group - a drunken chorus, generally a separate conversation :
Sitting behind the drums real crazy,
Neotuplyayuschy bassist , guitarist inadequate ...
And for me to ask them !

But late in the evening after the blueprints on edge with a hangover who -zloy
but only pockets full of beer, vodka, sometimes marijuana
morning weakly remember who is - I hardly go back home

OI OI OI

We have a cottage there is a mat for me, then Pound
open doors to friends and acquaintances
I've got it all Vano napivayutsya -to shit
and go in search of whores
and our group -pyany choir, generally a separate conversation
sitting behind the drums real crazy
neotuplyayuschy bassist , guitarist neodekvatny
and for me to ask them

But late in the evening after the blueprints on edge with a hangover who -zloy
but only pockets full of beer, vodka, sometimes marijuana
morning weakly remember who is - I hardly go back home