| For all such a cruel world | 
| Why should we live in it without love? | 
| I see support ahead | 
| Feeling breeds relapse | 
| And so on the edge, the pain wakes up | 
| She is with me forever | 
| In the grave, let it be with one foot, | 
| But I will absorb love concentrate | 
| And what about me? | 
| I am forever sober | 
| Clear, hard eyes | 
| Experiment - ecstasy, lesbian | 
| Oozing from someone's words | 
| And reaps, the fruit of fetters | 
| I chose this path myself | 
| Called a fool | 
| Won't even be offended | 
| I would sing to Lazarus stronghold | 
| Breaking patterns of becoming | 
| For those without a gloomy preview | 
| Will catch up with horror, shadow and fear | 
| And I will call love for an hour | 
| After all, I couldn’t start it like that | 
| Banknotes will replenish cravings | 
| Utopia is not juice - urine | 
| I was told that sadness will wrap | 
| But I vomit blood again | 
| The pressure is waiting for the grandchildren | 
| Candidates in line to join us at HR | 
| Cut out the entire genealogy | 
| Copypast and so on to print | 
| I wouldn't dare waste them here, | 
| But every soul is already broken | 
| Here's heaven, do you want to die? | 
| choose | 
| The deviant is drowning in the thickness of the wine - piderast | 
| Do not give up your hands - after all, the law lays a veil | 
| Propaganda table - bubbles or curtsy | 
| The number of serenades planted - you're not to blame | 
| The feast will lure you to the goal, even if you are not a movie buff | 
| The ether has finished, it's time for the pheromones to leave ... | 
| In someone's hands, the needs of the leaf sucks | 
| You are a mountain. | 
| (Ho) Hold on and pray | 
| Is love evil? | 
| - sectarian, satanist | 
| Suddenly you fall into a chill and do not feel the brush | 
| Drawing fate at random - foul and fisting | 
| Where I am unsightly and every second world | 
| Passing blizzards, dreams of a faithful wife... | 
| Where is your every hint, not fatal | 
| After all, it will go straight into the bulletproof vest | 
| I knew what the story was about | 
| I am the banner of those crying for icons | 
| I have the right to be not myself | 
| When Cupid Invades |