Старый Гурд - вз
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In the yard is winter. . .
And you missed her, you don’t have to see her head
Young and boring
With a bunch of problems and complexes
Afraid of approaching her, get to know
But you already - over twenty
And you did not attempt to climb to the top of the mistakes.
And look at everything new.
Live for a new one.
To become more decisive
This, of course, is difficult. Easier - run
Easier - regret yourself
But you are not sorry for others, for others you are a mediocre deer
Not ready for exploits
And your whole life is self -deception
You quickly reached the bottom itself
Another devastating the glass
Your essence is an account
Will you start everything tomorrow for a new one?
But the scheme - breakfast -> per laptop -
Will not give peace
Impressive, is it true, a cycle?
Huge letters and numbers!
As if a circus at home
They will not give you a hand, your relatives and friends
Wished you so sincerely happiness and blessings
Now, you, the boob - stayed alone
On this cloudy day
I decided to look back:
And the horror struggled to the colic
IN HEART
After all, you have lost a precious childhood
You thought that a person does not get old that he is always young
But the answers - how on the palm of your hand arose
People, because of endless
do not notice how it flies
life
And somewhere in the clouds the remnants of our souls are hidden
And we can’t get out of this water dry,
the time will come - you have to dry the bums

Winter in the yard
And we all write rap
We write rap
That our childhood has passed
In the courtyards of these streets, districts
We will write about it more than once, sing
But it will not be easier

Winter in the yard
And we all write rap
We write rap
That our childhood has passed
In the courtyards of these streets, districts
We will write about it more than once, sing
But it will not be easier

There, Zhenya and Tanya had time for a beautiful
But in a relationship there is always a danger
That everything is in vain
Outside the window - cloudy
Napas has become the best medicine of the soul
And you just tried to live the next day
Forget, sink in yourself
And a series of troubles knocks out of Kalei
You are stuck again
And for a moment
The endless ocean of problems appeared before you
And you suddenly ended up somewhere there, at the bottom

Winter in the yard
And we all write rap
We write rap
That our childhood has passed
In the courtyards of these streets, districts
We will write about it more than once, sing
But it will not be easier

Winter in the yard
And we all write rap
We write rap
That our childhood has passed
In the courtyards of these streets, districts
We will write about it more than once, sing
But it will not be easier