Glagol - Звездопад
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Guy, you're the wrong breed- a noble migrant worker
Everything on the field you are in reserve or the last- on the gate
do not read- a regiment of books, another request-debt
But your word means something? Your word is zero for them

When you lose faith to them, when a comrade is a fair
If you want to find an approach, in response to fire, do not revise the limit
When you dream of flying, but there is no will in a cage
and the place where I found friends not to rush the school, but the Polytechnician


when you did not liberal in your actions, but a radical
When noise plays in my ears, when I am a couple
Fly and fall to the bottom and who would give you a parachute

When with study is not good, when all the errors are all up to the holes
You scroll through, Pyron, station, do you remember this did not forget it?
When you stopped to endure, when you believe these dreams
Try to start again, now your first vernissage
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Your house is your cosmos,
Sometimes it's not so simple
And you fall catch a blow, a hundred shaft weight
There are a lot of us in the bottom-star
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Fate is not grief, taboo, and the herd does not drive the trail
Similar cases that the pain and emergency room ended
Then suddenly grief and rebellion, worms were nourished in the horn
All this is in the past, now it remains to remember your path

How you dared a wretch, in recent years
The experience is immortal opposite, the intermediary of the parody was
There is not a drug bacon in the Repe, all the knowledge did not accumulate
Rather, on the contrary, I drain the drug dealer

Once again you can fast, I forgot all the ridicule
I am changing me seventeen, the ticket was kasov
Success did not become parallel, my mouth was pursued
there is a snowstorm in the shower of the Spring under April.

I don't soar, it doesn't soar me
The voice is not baritone, recitative falsetto
Give me validol, fell out of heart rhythm
It seems to be like a python, but a quick niposed
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Your house is your cosmos,
Sometimes it's not so simple
And you fall catch a blow, a hundred shaft weight
There are a lot of us in the bottom-star
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The new day is changing the old, adversary mixture- game and spelling
On the hung path mchu to the top where the flock of ranks
REP became like a ship in the sea, without it I am a corpse, to Kolek
The stole this Style- to the court for my rap, what are you? I am a workaholic

write such a half text is not to shit the credits to you
If I declare a protest, it grows - Indira Gandhi
Think flew away from orbit your shafts can be seen in Dali,
I style the text on the bit only "Lashta Mi Canter"

My thoughts are an instrument, what will I achieve myself
Like a cuckoo down to the top, so from the pros to the minuses
Like Sherlock, I am trying to find the truth in a matter
My dream is lost in appearance, my dream is a whale in my head

He composed his fairy tale himself, only now Happy End
I'm standing where juicy in the face, the wind of change blows
I found that way to heaven, a hood and the desired teacher
Thank you all, for your strength, I gave the word to become the first