Хип - Хоп Одинокой Старухи - Хаббл
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Sometimes my city is like Black Holo, areas like a ghetto
Weather is like north, if the Get Cold is on the street
Get Older! I turn on my laptop
I am adding a sound, you know, the rest is only a back on
Our ship will sink on a spit
Let we have not been ourselves, but not like all
we would fly into the sky, but we are tight in the ground
I hear someone shouting to me, but I am somewhere in myself
And there is no one here
Only the light of the windows, like comets who have long faded
Let the horizon as a ballerina dance spite
I will go ahead, as if a compass would indicate a muscle
I take out a book from jeans, or a book
either a book of the dead, or a book of weak living
Having found a bent corner, I open
And I read poetry, you can assume that I have been reduced to them

Dance, the smoke has not yet had time to scatter
Do not get lost, we lose people, pull the ball, you know, this is not a myth
there is a chance not to see yourself, pretending (blind) saints
But I'm sure this music is habble, if in the dark we see the world in it

This city is sleeping, here they break the bone
Holy Genocide. Children and fathers.
Who crushed whom, who bought whom, but I know who I am.
Yes, I realized who I am. Do not look in the eye if all your
And if you dumped, then everything is on others
Enemies enemies. It happened here, because if you do it ourselves
This city is a dance floor. Dancing on the bones
Dead drunk Danshol. Dance if I could sleep
There has been no light for a long time and we are in the dark
So they wanted to be themselves, but still not the same
I saw in the coffin, my friend, your authority
And I don't care like falling if I already took off
I get a book from jeans or a book
either a book of the dead, or a book of weak living
Having found a bent corner, I open
And I read poetry, you can assume that I have been reduced to them