Тимур Чмара - Много Весит
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I'll make a hit on a funny microphone
Kuntsevo, house for 20
Used cold air dies in the background
Crazy, whims rush horses
Despair, stupor and horney
But I know that art comes first
And if necessary, I’ll give away my kidney
Mission from the sky to bring sobering mail
I will rid myself of suffering
But I can stand it, I know I’m strong

I long to see my daughter laughing
I will do whatever it takes, son
Went to a Belarusian school
I know that he will be a mischief
And later also a desperate fashionista
Perhaps he will also fuck the first waterman with a little one
And in him I will see the same Source
What keeps me awake at night
I'm sure he will be smarter than me
Boss since childhood
The baby will be a beauty in elementary school
And later - such that the whole world admires
Exemplary and tender - she doesn’t exist yet
But I no longer have a soul for her

I know what kind of wife I will meet
Brave, faithful, I don’t expect another
What I sow is what I reap
I will give her care, comfort and a dream
I'll become a man
From her most childhood dreams
Principled
So that it won't touch the wheels
Will not crawl under the skirt of random juicy pussies
For whom the deed comes first and then only the word
What can work sick or sleepy
And knows how to resolve quarrels
And if he’s guilty, he’ll tell her “sorry”
And he will give her moments worthy of prose, not only roses
The truthful one is not in a pose
A man who doesn't hesitate to crawl
Which bazaar exports

Velocity dialed
I will heal my wounds
So as not to torment her with caustic poison
I will always devote myself to art
After all, only by constantly creating skillfully
Can I pass all the tests?
Today I am tortured, my fingers are bitten
I have a desire to fuck with a corrupt woman
But I’m still waiting for love - like it’s the eighteenth century
You can try in vain to seduce me

Talk about free love
Polyamory, polygamy
For me, this is just nonsense
I don’t care what’s shoved into the culture
Another fashionable fool
Crap saying love doesn't exist
I'll say this - I don't give a damn what you put your dick in
And you continue to chew immoral nonsense

I'm definitely not an angel
I've seen a lot with my own eyes
I have done a lot of bad and vicious things
I'll tell my truth
Somersaults and bumps
Descriptions of debauchery are coming
Not to knock down the immediate hype
I honestly think that you need this

My lines teaching tabletop
Textbook
Here I combined a philosophical message with the elements
God save our souls
Dashing in times of trial
To be honest, I have so much arrogance in me.
Poor noonem is screwed how to be infuriating
But I know that my word weighs a lot
I know art changes
And in mine there is no place for demons

I'll make a hit on a funny microphone
Kuntsevo, house for 20
Used cold air dies in the background
Crazy, whims rush horses
Despair, stupor and horney
But I know that art comes first
And if necessary, I’ll give away my kidney