Измазана в дерьме, шла, вытирая слёзы,
Бурча себе под нос проклятья и угрозы.
Лицо в крови, заела вошь.
А толпа людей зло кричит тебе: «Бомж!»
С Казанского Елена опять три дня не ела
И просто офигела.
С Казанского Елена опять три дня не ела,
А жопа так болела.
Разбитая губа распухла невзъебенно.
Где ты сегодня спишь, а? В трубе, наверно.
Тебе теперь не до утех.
Но ты идёшь себе, забивая на всех.
С Казанского Елена опять три дня не ела
И просто офигела.
С Казанского Елена опять три дня не ела,
А жопа так, так болела.
С Казанского Елена опять три дня не ела
И просто офигела.
С Казанского Елена опять три дня не ела,
А жопа так болела.
С Казанского Елена.
С Казанского Елена.
С Казанского Елена.
С Казанского Елена.
Locked in shit, walked, wiping tears,
Groting curses and threats under his breath.
The face is in the blood, the lice was stuck.
And a crowd of people screams evil to you: "Bomizh!"
From Kazan, Elena has not eaten for three days again
And just fucked up.
From Kazan, Elena did not eat for three days again,
And the ass was so sick.
The broken lip was swollen inherently.
Where are you sleeping today, huh? In the pipe, probably.
You are now not up to the comfort.
But you go to yourself, scoring at everyone.
From Kazan, Elena has not eaten for three days again
And just fucked up.
From Kazan, Elena did not eat for three days again,
And the ass so, so sick.
From Kazan, Elena has not eaten for three days again
And just fucked up.
From Kazan, Elena did not eat for three days again,
And the ass was so sick.
From Kazan Elena.
From Kazan Elena.
From Kazan Elena.
From Kazan Elena.
