ryobra - Порох
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The stench fills the Khrushchevs
Either fog, or smoke
There is no chance of an apartment in a skyscraper
But there is a young
I'm talking to you smiling with you
To seem alive
Working for a thousandth time
You need to be such (no)
Tell me something beautiful
That bright colors, we do not live in vain
But, like a bull, I am fixed on red
Only pain, death, blood and danger
Damn it, how much is it possible?
I'm tired of everything, and I get out of my skin
Stuffy days of the same type of areas
There will not be enough cartridges for all these souls

I shoot right, shoot left
And falls, the body falls behind the body
I shoot right, shoot left
And falls, the body falls behind the body

Hands so white, I don't remember
So I wake up in the morning
You are my love, probably
I am sauced on you
I did not cling to falsehood or stupidity
Fucking souls fall in a circle
Where to run away, but not cowardice interferes with
And these rivers, which are naughty with a fool
Loud walls squeeze my throat
From them in their heads, the voice is scraped timidly
I'll throw everything out, but I won't forget you
And I will reduce it like a vessel
I need to get out, I'll get it with chalk
I will paint every bold white
I will not be afraid to get dirty with pain
I sprinkle my needs with bitter salt

I shoot right, shoot left
And falls, the body falls behind the body
I shoot right, shoot left
And falls, the body falls behind the body
I shoot right, shoot left
And falls, the body falls behind the body
I shoot right, shoot left
And falls, the body falls behind the body