НЕ.KURILI - Мёртвое солнце
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Reliable people are not those with whom you share a glass
And those with whom you share your life
The bad say: "Life is bad"
Blind eyes do not see the bottom
Empty tears the price of a penny
A stingy and a dog will not give a piece
High -rise buildings, the district remembered the map in the suspenders
Here on the shoulder blades for Tsatski-not in fare
The elders taught, however, not in hand -to -hand
"Hold, don't cough"
High -rise buildings than I see further and older - stronger puffs
Loves not loves, deceptive daisies
Suppressing power and repulsed youth
And by the way, this is a pussy, they are not met by clothes
Let's not be silent about the past
Is it so hard for us to just straighten that knot
You want to add something to this fire
But the burnt canvas reflects this face
The district left on the left stabbed trace
Will drag on a youngster, cut these excerpts
Bastards are going upstairs, they want a rebellion
The stone age is nearing
I respect only two types of people
Those who wiped my face
When I smeared her dirt
And those who punished these scum
For such antics
I don't notice others
Strong people recognize their weakness
Others imagine themselves heroes
Tighten smoke
I plunged into the fog again
And everyone laughs around
Help wake up
Tighten smoke, mom
As if barrel to the temple, like a vice
But my pulse does not give up
The dead sun shines
Icons do not cry for us, the shadow of the standard
Someone sowed this paranoia in me
The gang for brother shoots point blank
Who are you if you hide your breed without cartridges?
Pyrics in a cage, we are in matte back
Rude faces, leather jackets on the shoulders
For the sake of fun, not for the moment
Money, cassettes and pistols
Children of the vile planet
Prices rose, and manners rose and
Who needed these soap scenes
Let's not scream about the past
Just reduce the rude tone, remember the area
The street taught me only two important rules
If it hurts, do not cry like a girl
Cry like a man, tears of rage and revenge
And it is better to be blind
How to see fake smiles around you, yes
Tighten smoke
I plunged into the fog again
And everyone laughs around
Help wake up
Tighten smoke, mom
As if barrel to the temple, like a vice
But my pulse does not give up
The dead sun shines
Tighten smoke
I plunged into the fog again
And everyone laughs around
Help wake up
Tighten smoke, mom
As if barrel to the temple, like a vice
But my pulse does not give up
The dead sun shines