Луперкаль Feat. Саша Скул - Жаль,что умер Саша Скул
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It is a pity that Sasha Skul died

[Intro]
One of the main stars of the scandalously known Versus Sasha Skul died at the age of twenty -nine years. This has become known today on social networks. Today, on the eighteenth of February, two thousand nineteen years, at twelve hours eleven minutes Moscow time, Sasha’s heart stopped its move

[Chorus: Horus]
At the fence overgrown with grass
We are sitting on the grave of Tagira Majulova
And we are silent - only the nodules on the cheekbones harden
Come on, brother, not clinking with you for Sasha the cheekbone
At the fence overgrown with grass
We are sitting on the grave of Tagira Majulova
And we are silent - only the nodules on the cheekbones harden
Come on, brother, not clinking with you for Sasha the cheekbone

[Verse 1: Horus]
In shock the audience, read a message in the public
A drip flicked from the eye on the cheek
What a year? First Kiryuha, and after you ...
Sorry (sorry) carry the losses of poets rows
You left the young and the land is impedeable
A glass of faceted with a simple snack
Even the barrel of the birch, over there, hung up with a arc
Invaluable contribution to our culture Treasury
To realize, he curtered at the tombstone
A couple of caramelks and the last siga from a pack
We will all be there, some in the core, who is in a rich man
Together with us, the sky is crying again over the village of Dachny
Well, goodbye, buddy, I hope from the heart
What is there in Valgalla Popizhe
And thank you for the food for our drank heads
That so much hurt on this black day
The eighteenth of February

[Chorus: Horus]
At the fence overgrown with grass
We are sitting on the grave of Tagira Majulova
And we are silent - only the nodules on the cheekbones harden
Come on, brother, not clinking with you for Sasha the cheekbone
At the fence overgrown with grass
We are sitting on the grave of Tagira Majulova
And we are silent - only the nodules on the cheekbones harden
Come on, brother, not clinking with you for Sasha the cheekbone

[Verse 2: Sasha Skul]
That's how it lived simple, and huyak, just died
From solidarity, rap studios closed
I was not drunk and was not smoked
I was a sorrow that the existentialists dreamed about
You are unlikely to meet this
And God forbid will carry, the new day of the fuss carries us
And I died and does not fuck me, so the newspapers wrote
The trend case was this
There was a huyak, a rapper died, and in tears of the Internet
Epitaphs, sorrow, reposts, fucking, likes
Blasphemy, the public was with Galka
There is no more singer Tagira Majulova in the world
Although, as a phoenix, he will grow a new one, like lizards tail
Tea is not a penis torn, noble scheme
Brother, I burn like a drained brushwood
The worse became in the torso, hoarse
I just fucked this post
Poking in my coffin by the alphabet Morse
Will grow up on the grave of birch
Autumn will end, fuck frosts
And her drunken goth
Such an end, ept, seriously
I will get thirty years old this year
I barely lived, you figure out, then I will die again
Throw me a cache on a pipe, youth, fucking, remember
The souls of the string are torn, the country in mourning buoy is fierce
It is a pity that Sasha Skul died, people mourn
Sorry, fucking in the mouth, Tagira Majulova
Only who is it in the soul I don't fuck
But reposting, plus and play
Putin Zaybal, spin back the nuts
And prohibit the word "hype"

[Autro: Sasha Skul]
The souls of the string are torn, the country in mourning buoy is fierce
It is a pity that Sasha Skul died, people mourn
Sorry, fucking in the mouth, Tagira Majulova
Only who is it in the soul I don't fuck
But reposting, plus and play
Putin Zaybal, spin back the nuts
And prohibit the word "hype"