плохие белые - Голос тех, кого нет
текст песни

We started like all under the noise of the cassette
Twisted a bold bit by vestments
Went forward did not ceremony with closed doors
We were believed because our topics were clinging

Bad white caught the muse
Mercilessly fought, thought they were mutilated while everyone was asleep
Made bets, but not on those put
Met a dog in the hay and she was believed

Found themselves in a dusty chest closed
Wrapped, dusted, forgotten
Tied, but someone else's calculation was not true
You're lying, we still found a gap

Recorded in favorites, lost for a while
But that is even more dangerous and anger
Boys are tougher, more vigorous - Draw helmets
Bit gained his critical mass


Bad worse, no, white, like snow
Anxiety, anxiety, the motive remained in memory
Bad worse, no, white, like snow
The voice of those who do not sound in your speakers

Bad worse, no, white, like snow
Anxiety, anxiety, the motive remained in memory
Bad worse, no, white, like snow
The voice of those who do not sound in your speakers


Rusty steel ate, water polished stones
The paper smoldered, the shutters were clogged
Torn nets carried away
We were silent, there was a test of time

Searched for a line of line, thoughts haunted
To the evil lost forever for those who remember
Thorny path to heights, time like a bullet in the temple
A decade, like a breath, we haven't knocked us down

What does not kill is doing stronger
A hauls of a fresh breeze breaks the ship from shallows
We have not repulsed us who we are and where
We are not music from the world of disposable utensils

Place on the covers of fashion magazines
Clips on the air of music channels
Journalists, flashes cameras
Producers, big plans without faith

Articles of critics, army of stupid fans
Ratings, radio, forums
Clear strategy to become fashionable
We spat on it to stay hungry

Let our time be lived not in vain
Let this music blow up, drives crazy
And the heart shakes loudly in the chest like glasses
And the images from those will become alive, like a flame

Let the world spin in its typical rhythm
Do not care that the cards are bits - we breathe
Let the way to a dream for a family with locks
All this is not a problem - music with us

What plays in the soul cannot be stolen
Voices fly in stone jungle, like a rechet
Siberian outskirts shakes the city
After all, if the rap game, then we are in it forever


Bad worse, no, white, like snow
Anxiety, anxiety, the motive remained in memory
Bad worse, no, white, like snow
The voice of those who do not sound in your speakers

Bad worse, no, white, like snow
Anxiety, anxiety, the motive remained in memory
Bad worse, no, white, like snow
The voice of those who do not sound in your speakers