МАСКИ ВАНДАЛА, Особый сорт - АЗАРТ
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We are not under the dome, but the place unites us
No one knows how much is allocated to whom yet
This dermo catches you, the excitement has gone beyond the canvas, how it beckons
We are not under the dome, but the place unites us
No one knows how much is allocated to whom yet
This dermo catches you, the excitement has gone beyond the canvas, how it beckons
We are not under the dome, but the place unites us
No one knows how much is allocated to whom yet
This dermo catches you, the excitement has gone beyond the canvas, how it beckons
We are not under the dome, but the place unites us
No one knows how much is allocated to whom yet
This dermo catches you, the excitement has gone beyond the canvas, how it beckons
A good start if without a step
But we don’t always see the sun in the window here
lighters spoons
To the terminal on a German three-ruble ruble
Look carefully, we are no longer drowning
We run errands but not like Sicilian Tony
Above us is the sky of the Slavs and we are always in this zone
There's only one rule here, bitch, don't reveal your passwords
On Arbat there is a monument to Vakhtang for his services
Someone lives as a legend and someone as a servant
They will provide us with all their services
But as soon as you step outside the threshold, rumors start creeping in
I prefer not to eat from your table
Where two steel trunks look steadily into the back
Already got your la la la
There the mind is collective and the crowd does not decide
Kasholki know a lot because they work at night
Who prefers whom, who died when?
Their secrets are sold for a separate price
She'll tell you when you invite me to a waltz
Here you will be invited to a waltz accompanied by thunder and clatter
It will be more important who you are and what kind of crowd is behind you
Street trained doesn't mean you are responsible for your words
The Slavic spirit of the guys pierces right in the eyes
Do not swear from the scrip to prison
Here, before you can blink your eye, they will be thrown into the trash
Only the one who lights the fuse will survive here.
Everywhere you look, rot is decomposing
Matte black motor on three axes
This movement of Paris is taken out by brothers in the yards
Who in real life had to make up for this life?
And who just thought of daydreaming?
Vanity and we are not running anywhere
While the prosecutor is here, we'll impose a strict regime on us.
Come on, friend, let's sit down and not sit
There are still so many cold winters ahead of us.
You wanted to see the essence but your eyes were closed
There is great movement here without giving up
There's a crowd behind me and you're accompanied by bitches
Get in here, soaring into the voice of the streets, new sounds
As long as the engine is murmuring I will always be in the clip
Try to teach me, come on bitch, give me a drink
We passed the catacombs
And this music is a story about how happy we are
The discipline was not studied according to the profile
Many were studying while we were planting cylinders
It’s impossible to describe everything, it’s a big palette
She's sick like the wound that a razor leaves
We are not under the dome, but the place unites us
No one knows how much is allocated to whom yet
This dermo catches you, the excitement has gone beyond the canvas, how it beckons
We are not under the dome, but the place unites us
No one knows how much is allocated to whom yet
This dermo catches you, the excitement has gone beyond the canvas, how it beckons