Павел Мартовский - Загадочное происшествие
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I write again in your format of battles again
After all, the victory again is given to someone in the form.
But I am grateful for the opportunity to speak out
More important than your respect, the father’s smile.

I'm still a small kid, in pursuit of the stars, but
There is a cozy house to someone, I erected dominoes
The windows are dark again, which means the muse is near here
I will give you a fight a dear friend, do not care about the pits around
Yes, I'm stubbornly going, in attempts to achieve something
But many here confuse a bird with an animal.
It is difficult to do so hard, but everything was stolen and secrets.
We will pick up and open, because our pain is not mortal
I remember flying, now it’s even difficult to crawl
Mom do not grieve and pronoun
Build, burn bridges, sometimes forget about shame
But my actions were always very simple
Who would you be the metropolitan mucker or Riga guy
Heavenly Cat, without fear of everyone knocks out
And the fourth has already become the highest ball for me
But the main thing is that they would not become dead lips

I will smile in response to sharp words
Say anything you like a weakness.
Who needs elite places, we are all courtyards
We will be tired of entrances when snow falls

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You will go to the fifth, stop hope
If you want to get around me, put your reservation
It became fashionable to read past the bit already
At the same time, pass by the style, I will pass it past the ears.
It’s like I am in Neggle, not comfortable among you
You are so bad that fagots give you
I wish you a boot
Ask in advance what I do with you
The dream made me fight the rebel here.
The ancient Greek shaman in me is three hundred Spartans
Your shell will not help, Turtle looser
What victory to learn first at least use the beats
I drain the garbage, in line of Krasava.
Among the gray MS, I look radiant
Bandaged his wounds and again on the field
Pavel Martovsky call me Ronin

Your victory, like my nickname
Yes, you will stay here, but only with your nose
Even Sherlock did not solve the secret of your passage
I'm here in order to put out your vent

It's time for me to separate you, stop whining in sorrow
I have done a fuck that my rap is not impressive
This is not a chat of love, but I dream of fucking me.
Pigeons where you find you, on what expenses
I don't need contracts to make a hit
I decide for myself what to do and who to be
I do not do a gambot, my figures are here.
And people like you under the barbitur
Again on Battl Spaces Baba from Riga
But to go through you in the fifth of you.
Yes, we are in Russia, where we are before Europe
But at the sight of you, for some reason, I want to make a curtsy
If you don't understand yet, heavenly cats in the top
Not one of those idiots who drowns his dreams
Do not jump above your head know your place a kid
You are an unfinished romance, you have no end