Вис Виталис - Сухарики Черные
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11. Black crackers

There is a MAZ - there are no more things
I guess I said that I wanted
This is my destiny - if I just sang
Not that, not then, not there and not that ...
But I will eat it -
It happens to everyone...
So often the earth floats out from under the feet,
It happens, I don't know myself - I will also take off
But I chose myself - I myself go around the edge ...
Whether the cards lay down to me like this
I didn't have enough farm
And stronger under the asphalt rolled up
Buried at night in Stroginskaya floodplain
Oh, where do I have my pains
Cool - I could also become a bandos
To break the noses to knock out a loot
Yes, just do not live for a long time
Graters, intercourse, arrows, showdowns
Yes, at any time near Moscow, their cemetery
Whole alleys - young, smiling
With black white pictures, their bones have already rotted,
Fell under the steam rink of the nineties
But just on the contrary - the guys riot police
Wreaths inanimate flowers are pronounced
Pray silently mothers on the graves of gray
What war laid these ranks here?
Young people look at each other Russian faces
All together - killed and killers
How do you sleep there, my former classmates?
Football yard, candy wrappers, classics
Red do you remember our pioneer ties?
When did the Olympic bear fly away, how did we cried?
Beautiful is far from being cruel to me
No, they didn’t beg for ...
We were painted and thrown away to everyone their term
How many of us are left, how many
Who lay in the ninety -third on Presny
How many goals cracked from the control shot
How many Chechnya was hidden with an iron beak
How many of us were desperate, clean and honest ...
Cooking black apples of soaked
Where our girls are chiseled
Generation broken
The seventies born

Cooking black apples of soaked
Winged swing stars gilded

Cooking black apples of soaked
What am I talking about ... yes, we are now scientists
The worthless life of their twisted-drunk
Gilded stars curled up holes in black
And blue birds bluish ham
Too pervist, well, what is it to me now, cho
It’s late to blow on the water to spit over the shoulder
It was hot before now
Used to ... became older ... And inside all the same ...
It’s already worse with health, I even want to go less often ...
Tenderness ... ours has dried up anhydrous seed ...
Time so compressed, so froze - do not gasp
Sometimes I want not to breathe, but to die
It’s only bad that we were done for another
Betrayed ... don't ask why
Why now everyone strives on Kochan
Cut, cut with a blade that I will hide from myself
We, suckers, were divorced like bridges, mail with a telegraph have already been captured
Which is not captured, smeared with a seized
There is nowhere to move from the ghetto of this
Everything is already in a way here and everything is purple
Eniki Beniki gingerbread brooms
Barganic guitars bandits confused
Kenta cops diluted bridges
Cooking are black

Cooking black apples of soaked
Winged swing stars gilded

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Music and words - VIS "W" Vitalis
Key - VIS "W" Vitalis, Andrey Gavrilov
Rap, programming - VIS "W" Vitalis
Vocals, backing - murat Kashirgov (gr. Noba Ray)
Guitar - Vladimir "Low Bob" Kochetkov
Arranging - Sixtynine
Programming, entry, information - W for WildCats Records (C) (P) 2006.
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