Гарик PLedoFF - Пора Завязывать
текст песни

Capabit 1:

In a half-dead hall, with half-covered centuries
Half of a kilo of dust on an old Mafon from Dack
Tired Biggi Taratrot to the bit all the same
I'm stuck (but what about it), because it still knits me
This Ander, Man, is a fatal disease
We will dry here, as in front of the door without code, I'm not sand
Without changing masks, it is constrained by rhyme under the word
Under the layer of message, Ander without xiv.
Forgive me muse for ... for the repertoire, for ...
For the fact that the knot tied on your neck, for ...
The fact that the hall shakes is alas not what to heart, for ...
What now I don't look into your eyes, for ...
Remember us as it is, fill the void with that song
It became even crowded here, place
In your favorite chair is busy with a certain PledOFF`
Glare of light, smoke ... where I am now alone ...

Chorus:

It's time to tie, dump, burn bridges, but ...
We are reduced with you, you get me to zero ...
White Chamber, a dressing gown with stupid sleeves ...
I call myself other names ...

Trudely 2:

You came out to me, bitch, look into my eyes
Instead of a portrait of empty easel, with sand castles
Instead of the poet, now a satirist with Anschlag,
Steps back and rapped by ramp.
Dreams became wiped like a bazaar bag.
I began to betray the idea - a corrupt bitch!
I have losses to him, ramp sweating for days, Day
And again my kapa, drowning at sounds ...
Bits, bits - burned time, burns.
Hits, quotes, like the broadcasts of Leo Novozhenov,
Reason devoid, paranoid with the disease under the rhythm,
Deciding to lay out his life on this deaf bit.
Mom, forgive me, I'm not sick of doctors to me.
My album, ours, is still one.
Tea on the table, chair, lamp, Palatus room,
Kapa for bit, minus new ballad ...

Chorus.