Серёга Lin - Лирос
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Lin:
Yau in stacks of new files
too many old trash
today it is a movie and and moreover melodrama
I'm not worried for tomorrow
After all, tomorrow will only be tomorrow
I will prepare a verse in the morning and eat it for breakfast
Now the void is inside but in principle not scary
I drove my own
I am one of those late
not in my principles to smooth the heads of the elders
And it seems someone remained in principle everything is harmonious
Running on the old floors in these shackles of the city
I am proud but the word is dearly driven into my head
In this dusty attic
Now I dream of dreams
I tumbled down coffee knowing that I am not a cunting son
my Ilyusia is a sand clock
It's time to have a reference but I couldn't cool down
too drunk to the scales
lyrics in the message again we are waiting for spring
manifesto:
The other day, the old acquaintances caught by accident
Good people and memories in the memory are warm
All one said something about some benefits
the second banged how quickly they fly by years
3 seconds finally listen to no hunt
work work work up to the seventh sweat
here I am on the moves of the tsy I am a reinch
And I have Saturday every day
I'm not a loafer evening morning all the steps
I am pursuing over the years I do not pursue a small batch
Little freedom by life
I don't have a factory earlier
Only what does it get cheerful
I rarely visit the boys more and more often
we are wild here crumble hard
For this I will be well -fed for this will be hungry
Ma to cross me with God will give it to God for a long time
Atcel:
You brought weakness for the kind
Nuka smack my ship yu in your desk
in the shower of the pair of strings
In a couple of seconds I will evaporate you talker
Under the radiance of the moon ford through the rumble
And I come from there friend
where for some reason people of a miracle are waiting for TLT special
Well, I will not fall asleep
Since childhood, I have not been friends with a slave neighboring
if you climbed into the soul, then I became impudent
soared the turtle that I found at the trip
I bought a cassette with a black-burningon
whose area is in distress
And then drugs became a presump
The Bable Bable at the strokes
The ruble here is not a ruble not like a cam
In the afternoon I was guaranteed the shores and in the evening on the spot
And then as if the faithful is a little brother
wiped the cue ball until the morning
The microphone seemed to read for me
In less than half an hour, I see in my eyes
someone else:
And everything is also somewhere within the framework of their consciousness
yards and buildings I also remember
I walk around the edge, but you already know about it
I will detain while you still decide
you don't shy away and maybe me too
But we are clearly with you what we look like
I'm white from the outside and dark in the skin
for the same as we are very complicated
But the bottom line is that the truth will remain behind us
and you are in someone's memory just a left -hand shot
and let the back -stand window just so far
These clouds of Yau decide everything for us