Лжедмитрий IV feat. LeanJe - Путь в рай
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The path to paradise begins in hell
If you want a conversation, wonderful, I'm here
Mutilated backs behind the shoulders in sight
I was begun to drown with quiet sorrow, to trouble
But inadvertently I'm here
Mercilessly dragging their jokes as an unfortunate balagur
On the pier of caricatures
Shouting gruel in hell hearing how to break with keys vagabond
Calling us into darkness

A frozen man
Near the bazaar selling relics on earth
Was so helpless and blind
Smiling at the dehydrated dawn
Became a giant along the path to the infirmary

Unfinished wine and concrete
Types and views finished off the house to the bits
Smoke to pain, tons of cubes methadone
There are rear and trenches, if you are a thief of your dreams

So far from the mind
I sang when I cut you, I am a very modest stepson
I'm slowly going so as not to be late
Into a city where there are no colors and many people's people
I have already died by accident from insanity
And fate like a pig ended from five orgasms
Painted samsaru with his finger with her finger on the frame
I saw me and stopped surprising

Look at me now
I kill this city
My bouts like poison or speed
Yes, I clearly need air
I was fucked to return to this pain, but she promises me to be calm
And put off rehab later
There will be needles - the foundation in my skin, hear?
If you want a conversation, wonderful, I'm here
The path to paradise begins

I collected you out of misfortune, God for evil
When I was visited by a spiritual chills
And he turned you into this fire pillar himself
Alternatives to heaven found ten hundred

What dad taught me, my temple could not
To accept, and with a sickle of the question
The poison was filled almost completely
I was suppressed by my stage image

My lines scattered by revenge without a addressee
They are hardly standing if the vector is not set
But I will not rush to repent of this and believe in holy
A much larger hell is drawn from the Eden garden

Although the back of the parents
Scourge, and will not give my wounds to give fir trees
There is no power to argue with them about the Great Savior
Balancing on bitterness, soaked a wick

I am different, and I know, to love me is torture
On my springs, the sign of another monastery is woven
But if we all go in different ways, don't worry
We are neighboring lines from the paragraph of the heavenly story

I think I once looked there
Finding yourself in billions of variations, and that
That I lived longer than the rest, I asked to write this
So we will see you there for sure

I am reviving this city
My attacks are no longer bothering
And in the palms of fresh air
Nothing more returns to this pain
And for the first time in this body I am free

I will be taken from here, but later
After all I feel the timer under my skin
And, if you want a conversation, wonderful, I'm here
The path to paradise begins

If you consider the days of freedom, then you are still in captivity
The holy palm will not take the guilt with him
The eternal circle of life is a lottery drum
And the risk of playing is not given to temperate slaves

We took away the whip from Karma, bullets - at the Judicial Armies
Let the path to Narnia be drawn on the map
Parties to piles of stupid charters
The bottom line is not true, the essence is to sink in excitement

Paradise is not a lock on a transparent cloud
He will seem to everyone in a different look
There is no desperately damned for him
Even between holivars with swords and spears

We lock the cries of the past in each line
Not allowing to see trembling as a dangerous enemy
A difficult path heals behind a cut
I am going to be a built palace