RAYKIT - Сытый голодом
текст песни

People argue, fight for the sphere of affairs
The city is small - not in size to me
Yes, which a year has been living in trouble
Give me wings, I would fly away
Lanterns go out in the area
God and the sky, please help me
If I leave, then young
Young-milk-young
I have little, little space, small and peace
Where is Swalla, Gwalla, Dollar, Dollar Bill
Yes, I'm a poet and yes, I became so
This city hardened me
I feel hunger - they are fed up with their throat
My crumpled cold - not used to it, not a sway
While I'm young, the path is closed back
Plow like a robot and break the plug
In a panel kopeckia, I give birth to a sound
Let the music pour out of my hands
Who will I get on? Who am I in the flesh?
Accepted his fate and paid
Around is so empty and menacing
Lick clouds, who created them?
I'm running, until it's too late
I am through thorns to the stars
I have little, little space, small and peace
And Zavla, Zawlal, Dollar, Dollar Bill
Yes, I'm a poet and yes, I became so
This city hardened me
I feel hunger - they are fed up with their throat
My crumpled cold - not used to it, not a sway
While I'm young, the path is closed back
Plow like a robot and break the plug