Late at night it's loud at my house for a hundred
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The night is harder to sing terribly, I wouldn't put you to sleep hungry
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White flour, honey and butter, chicken with pasta
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I stay home and eat for the whole fraternity
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I see there is cottage cheese from our market
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I'm making beer sausages for you like a real armor
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Vanilla pudding I'm not sorry to start
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As soon as I eat the other drumsticks from lunch
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He takes seven hot peppers out of his sneakers
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These are not the ones I eat almost every day
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A sweet raspberry recipe grandmother
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In the blink of an eye, I miss the spoon
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I know menthol is charging cholesterol
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I'm filling my gut and I'm sick
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Stronger than me, I love sugar and salt
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My stomach is rocking like a ship is shooting at me
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It's been a long time since dinner, and I've had sugar
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And immediately a desire was born, I went to the kitchen to eat
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Because there is no measure, I usually overestimate it
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I want to tear everything up so that not even zero is left
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That's why the acid erupted tomorrow
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Every night is the same scene, a sweet packed bowl
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It's as if I'm peeling a plate of wishes
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And the young cheese from the village that her grandmother gave birth to
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The dried meat was quickly swept away
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The smoky dzukel ate the smoked calves
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Mozzarella, nutella, everything I ate
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And then some salted sardines sat well with me
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That's what fate wanted, it's stronger than me
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When 1 comes in the morning, I'll sit down with you
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If I skip being fucked alone, I can’t fall asleep when I go to bed
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Words are not good, you should not eat late |