Тяжёлая атлетика - ИЗ ПЕПЛА
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Weightlifting – we're rushing along with the wind
The sound tears your veins
Over time, we believe in goodness
I still stabbed my soul in 2007
The acid still wafts outside the window
This city, covered in cloth
Someone's poisoning their own carcass with shit
While we live, we'll chew all your whores in silence
A fucking glutton for beats right now (That's right)
On the weekends, high on alcohol, I punched a rich bitch in the cheek
Wanted to punch Mirov in the face
Still, you have to be careful after whores like that
They want to guzzle drugs and tighten the reins (?)
My advice – you scumbag, learn to cook better borscht, damn it
Cool dude, Real Madrid won
She was dressed, the kids were eaten
The kids were eaten, and there was Got a shot
Your whore was fucked outside the window

These songs from the ashes are dragged somewhere in the warmth
While cold winters rape our carcasses
Hunting in goggles to swim on summer tires
Killed to the bone to the songs of Fomin or Gribov
So lucky
Who's fucked up and waiting for a dacha about twice a season
After all, life behind barbed wire is a procession from the bottom
But the essence is unreasonable
Clowns in uniform are hunting someone
Yeah, right? Wolves always remain hungry
The years fly by, like a marked card in a deck
I'm shaking from the excess soot and grime (Bitch)
This city, hardened from flesh
Somewhere, it's ruined
The smell of poppy seeds still wafts from the windows of the five-story buildings
Yes, they were blown away for their dots
Still, with a sharpening knife
These days, people's lives have become shorter
I've met some assholes on the roads who'd jerk off for fun
And they'd also sharpen their dick with their teeth
Exactly! I'm sorry for the line
I'm quietly flying immaculately along loops
Your prostitute turned out to be expired for the high
Spreading my cheeks, without wincing
Gangrene on my body from the side effects
It's damp in Magnitka now, we're rolling cotton wool into the night
At this moment, someone's being stabbed, fuck
Here, I don't give a fuck how much you eat, bitch

I want a "NO CONSCIENCE" T-shirt
Time is running out
Can you argue with a bag?
Elements in my hands, like a baker
Effect with my hands, and now I'm a healer
With a saddened look, I divide in half
At the junction of the high, I look like a painter
The whole world is leaking at the edges
At five to I'll become a maniac!
How can you understand the idea that they won't fuck you again, like an anchor? I've been partying through life, shoulder to shoulder with good poison, more like mint
And the copy is back in line
Fucking with a branch, like a projectile
Smoking again, like a Buryat
My brain is covered in plans
Yours - plagiarism, mine - a plugin
Whores in a pack, like dominoes
I'm in a pack, like Pamelov
I fucked a couple of acquaintances in a pad
They stole bitcoins, icons, and Kolov sent them into a coma, bitch