Nikomo, Onostase - Следуй за верой
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Everyone can
Only what they can
What matters most to themself
Be themselves. Still,
The grave won't help a hunchback
The torment of the music muse, lessons to avoid being a loser
And we are confused

Everyone can
Only what they can
What matters most to themself
Be themselves. Still,
The grave won't help a hunchback
Raise your hands, you who are perfect
I'll throw a stone at you

People-spectacles, people of these quarries
Gods of pain, in "Ogezhol"
I'm talking about this very thing
Forever coins. With a shield or on a shield?

No shit in rap, brother, just follow your faith
There is nothing sweeter than forbidden fruit. The forgotten soul
of bygone days has also departed with them
And no longer interferes
The image of my Odessa permeates the pages
Asks the question: "Nikomo, who are you with?"
Whom do you love, and for whom do you breathe quite evenly?
Everyone is superfluous
In this time. Amun-Ra and Krishna
Ancient cults are in process again
Wine valleys
Sweet, but in the beginning was the Word
Brothers drink more often than bow their heads in prayer
Should one live if the sky is perishing from potholes?
Voices are not heard in the context of polymeric thought
New era
On the threshold, follow your faith

Everyone can
Only what one can
More precious to oneself
Be oneself. Still,
The grave won't help the hunchback.
The torments of the music muse, lessons to avoid being a loser.
And we are confused.

Everyone can
Only what they can
More precious than themselves
Be themselves. Still,
The grave won't help the hunchback.
Raise your hands, you who are perfect.
I'll throw a stone at you.

Try to understand: he is no longer under your control.