Криминальный бит feat. Messa - Пропасть
текст песни

Only the soul flies where
Silence dispelled in the wind
Just don't bother you now
Let go and don't touch

We leave the horizon
Is there life there and what is behind him
Who will accept us there, tell me
And we are still blind

In my soul only an abyss and you need a pass to it
They take without me without demand, and fuck for a search
Life fell apart all as a globe from childhood
They come in in the morning here without taking off their shoes

I work for labor without fuss, but just think for yourself
Six years without a house, only with smoke surrounded by streets
We each have their own path, stupidly their own movement
Who will live in beauty will tell us everything time

But for now on the back of the cross, on the neck of the chains of Braz
We roll on a hard coupling up the way we are ordered
I prayed for all you and asked for health
Do not make a garbage and so that you are full of prosperity

I dialed a familiar number, removed the barrels under the bunk
And I am so lonely, surrounded by bitches and swill
Their souls rot, understand, my soul in tatuhas
Don't go into my buddy if your fuck is drunk

Only the soul flies where
Silence dispelled in the wind
Just don't bother you now
Let go and don't touch

We leave the horizon
Is there life there and what is behind him
Who will accept us there, tell me
And we are still blind

I take off the phone I listen, she is silent straight into my soul
I tried to explain and do better many times
People are confused, everyone dumb swim to the depths
And I closing my eyes falling into her crazy

We lived a lot, we were told loudly like this
You are here only the systems, the systems crush subtly,
Nonsense, bends, poverty and fashionable music
Mentally rule in horror, we will get them out only think

We drive along the extreme left, music and smoke, warm wind
The same children, the views are harder, we believe in the case of bringing the movement
Chuyka is not an old ultrasound, it will not let you down, I knit the Floo tight to the knot
Everything will be like in films better, Bit on the Cool, let go are the same

Reception is heard by the street, the brothers are tormented in spirit
The word behind the word is spinning, their heads think endlessly
Do it yourself, make this life yourself
Fill a sister to us from the bottom of the heart, and we are flying to the sunset in Beha

Only the soul flies where
Silence dispelled in the wind
Just don't bother you now
Let go and don't touch

We leave the horizon
Is there life there and what is behind him
Who will accept us there, tell me
And we are still blind