Полумягкие - Лирика
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The living were roasted with verse
On rusty tablets
You have different desires
You talked with snakes
A knife juggler
Do they really feel sorry for anyone
A dark slob, like, still
Practices shamanism
You won't be able to explain everything
To every slut
Everyone wants real, but they worship
Strictly a freebie
And only a hat will poison the youth
All imported
Remember, hare street
Will find out the truth

And Lefortovo raised us like this
Lazily raised us
When the fog melts
Dancing under the falling leaves
Now times have washed away
And the course has long been set
This is a curtsy to the past
And a turn to nirvana
When I whiled away the time
Pockets were empty
Dangerous parties with people
They are all gone
The devil still wanders at night
Wanders past the crystal
Wants Give you the grass
That I lost in childhood

But this is lyrical, how to dig up
In the frosts, a kylix
Moscow is more fatal than
The blocked countess
It would be better to always be in the sun
Growing in the steppe like wormwood
The sun changes into the moon
That crumbled into dust

But this is lyrical, how to dig up
In the frosts, a kylix
Moscow is more fatal than
The blocked countess
It would be better to always be in the sun
Growing in the steppe like wormwood
The sun changes into the moon
That crumbled into dust

It happens to everyone
I just got lost, very, very badly
The area is baked, after all, there's enough
True crime has been here for a long time
Try to solder here from
Hate is our repentance
And cough heartily
Despising the bad
And so it has been here for centuries I'm pushing my jokes on you
Hot rap, like it dove straight into a volcano
Well, for now, off to Lefortovo
We're setting the table
Throwing a message into the fire
This is not trivial

Urbanism eats the souls
Of insatiable youth
And for cheap, too
So be careful
The path is difficult
You can't avoid tripping
The blood on the sole isn't yours
And you don't need to know anymore
We'll put together what's necessary with a knife
They extinguish the anxious
Here, the rituals are even more beautiful
Than in the distant past
And it will be sickening to see the laid out
Corpses in the hallway
A twisted gaze
I've already realized that everything is hopeless

But this is lyricism, like digging up
In the cold, a kilika
Moscow is more fatal than
A blocked-off Countess
Better in the sun Always
They grew in the steppe like wormwood
The sun changes into the moon
Which crumbled into dust
But this is lyricism, how to dig up
In the frosts, a kylix
Moscow is more fatal than
The blocked countess
It would be better to always be in the sun
They grew in the steppe like wormwood
The sun changes into the moon
Which crumbled into dust