Тёма Касперянов - Дни осечка
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No, not understanding all thoughts on change, time.
No, I do not believe, I close all the doors.
Bit, according to the TRIP, I took it out.
The city is sleeping dead, wake up.
I did not fall into the fire on the fire
You see me, I have a trial about morality.
Morally tired, tired of not in the standings.
I myself am here with myself, and time on the note.
And time is burning, and time burns out.
I am running away from myself, the soul is not from steel.
I remember catching the corrals for a while.
Harring? Yes, no, here the wind is through the walls.
Then the veins were touched, the killers knew.
There is not enough to survive, everyone has long been tired.
He did not sell himself, life is like a test.
Someone stayed, but put up a cross.
Yes, I do not understand all your worries.
Through the thorny, we are another parks.
Through time, sand, sulfur, water.
The torch lit, now always. 2 times)

Here a fuck was on the victims of a suicide.
The pursuit of gold, but no you are not ashamed.
I saw how you lost your faith.
You jumped down, scoring in a career.
Then fuck all your principles.
The weather changed in the southern province.
And who is to blame? The country is on the wreckage.
We believe in God, why is this race?

Sound in membranes, vibration to the masses.
Minruma from the bass, we are waiting for the Judgment hour.
The fire here went out, but there are still matches.
Not a bee with a soul, letters like a pick.
Caught with their hands, ashes in the district.
I don’t know how to live, repetition in a circle.
They played fate, but knew how to go out.
What will happen there next? I hope we will see.
would not fall on the edge of the dark
Drunken world with the eyes of rudeness
And as if the moment, you will become superfluous here.
City, factory, Smok, we breathe this.

Walks on the backs, slaves sowing peace.
Serkal Moths of the Moral Grave.
I bury the years, days like an misfire.
Then, if so, a candle 2 (times) is set

Yes, here for a long time it is not so all around now there is now a mess
I am in the evening in saucers ale well, how are you yourself there
I did not throw my friends, I took a taxi and rode
huyuy if you live stupidly for laughter here
here to do hard for us or do it is a cheto
Here, the believer in premises will go around this bassot
Someone was sure here but lost his face
Not that so it is necessary this is my area here bro
good will not be for nothing for mom not a gift
The city again we will analyze the hop
No need to fuck here strictly for hip hop
Here someone lives like that survives a ass
here grams and scales you come in, do not sag
The city of gray smoke is not like without this drug
City Gray Poison Come, let's not cry
The city will become my city gloom like an executioner fuck

I did not try to fall to rise above, another week and day of the week is caused, and it is not raining with happiness that runs on the roofs, and there is nothing to breathe, but we are still breathing, this city of smoke you know his name, sometimes the shock of the whip does not I try out, I try to take out the banner above the tower, tuned the television unit but did not change it to the cough, are you for a corrupt rap? Then you sold it soon, you are for a corrupt slang among the underground stations, and do not find out for everything that is closing us, holding the heart here extinguished the candles here