Bad Balance - Человек-Поэт
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A man in a clearing builds his house
He knows exactly how to win a dream
Thunderstorms go, he sees years
They swim past the river like steamers
The allotted time does not notice the walls
Our rap is a fight against the system!
Clouds in the sky are traveling visas
Completing your dance number by Frieze
Not trusting numbers, a person-poet thinks
Rhymes from classics do not eat mold
Rhythms burn, warming all poets
A person builds a house and breathes light

We draw our house with a lyrics
In a word decorate the walls in it
Light rhymes under bit lights
And so we live, so we live

Poet man
Draws light at night
And builds his house,
In which he loves, and will live forever

Water pours from the sky, blurry roads
A person-poet of brick creates lines
Finds signs, walks along them, wondering
Revealing consciousness, there are enough stars along the way
Confidently walking, defeats his fear
Bad rhymes will turn years into dust
Time, tick-so, we are the first to start
Twenty years later, rap poetry will follow us
Who knows?! Where the blade will become a song
Words swear, then go together again
A Poet man draws horizons
When morning comes, it opens the windows

Poet man breathes the spirit of time
His house of lyrics in another dimension
Only a moment, a flash of the 80s
James Brown in Sickmaids
World in cities, at home heated by love
We are building a brick, someone from cardboard
Resting curtains, windows of passion are covered
A person chooses the interior and paints
Critics usually find shortcomings
But they do not decide who has thoughts in order
Man turns the house into a palace
Where will write in the world of loving hearts