Артур Скотт - Не за тру
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good for you, relative
Yes, it will be in the derer
life and native land to you
Hand from the heart to the sun!

No, I'm not for 'true' here
I will spread behind the rune stones in the morning
Put it on me, give me another spring
For guys, for girls, but for children

I will click my eyes going to bed
the light to find the light going into the darkness
On their way they are ready to merge the neighbor
just not to drown in the mud
I'm not afraid to lose weight
But at the same time, figure out, not Hasla not Gangste
I am for the sun, get into your place
Do not inactive under the hooves of the demon
For the whole world, bearing the energy of life
minting
for just giving the last nickel
For high sister and brother
For peace in the yards, cities and areas
not for those who are ready
At the first call, betraying the foundation
my house is divided in interchangeable wars
Having accepted sin to the soul, to remake the zones
without resistance and battle
but the word is ready to go to the bombs
Uglodes to drive for a joint venture
For your freedom brother
For the eyes of eyes
that sometimes the anger of Peruna is burning bright
not parables, but they say
for seven seas, distant land
yes for the truth, brother
I have a booty, native is native,- not in the mood of the rappy foreign
hug, warm on the chest
Night Forgive me with me
The path with a banner in the autumn snow is my trace. Cover
I'm behind that mountain, for one with you
For your temper of a dashing
far -bearing winds
Dressed by longing
for the expanses of the land native
Behind the river, over the window light the fire
I'll be back for you, I will take it with me
crawling, creaking on the teeth with sand
The country is embraced by a flame
a third of ice -covered
Earth bow
this is my home
What got up? Let's go, this is my house
creeping past the posts
grinding on the teeth
embraced by flames
Breeding barefoot around the field
We go for faith and love
yes for my house
for seven hundred layout pillars - there is my house
For what we drink when we get up
For our good people, but for my house
for the lines of the flow of unclaimed Peru
not poets of non -vested pen to put on the rib
Opera in the morning in the frosty wind

no, I'm not for 'true' here is the one
No, I'm not for 'true' here
Loki - my brother
We do not get out of our peace

No, I'm not for 'true' here
I will spread behind the rune stones in the morning
Put it on me, give me another spring
For guys, for girls, but for children

You are, muzzle goats, only one request
Do not drop me into the ground
I will die - to collect in a handful and ash and farewell to hugging, like a native, they sprayed me into the air.
And maybe then you will hear:
"washed by the seas by the IO-IO,
In her eyes, the sun floats, floats.
Great vast space, reception,
We burn alive, mix with grave dust "

where the fucking party of rappers does not pass, pissing off two skins near the metro
Transer Toptari will pass through all the forests!
Look, saw Ra!?
Fear, escape, run friend, run!
But don't, wait, what is it with you?
Punch through the chest of one of us and to the sun fly!
Ahuel or something!?
stoo!