SH Kera - ТАЛАНТ
текст песни

Know the talent will always break through your way
Through the stones, clay through fire and water
Astaying behind the past years
Burning days and nights far from home

I am from the south where they love rude
There you can pass the moment as you drove your teeth
Holding the head of a puddle with a fever in a high life
Lovers of the Pad bit to blame for no reason

laid out you know so straight colors
Not riot police but underground burst into the Moscow Railways
On the bat on the style I got dirty
where are you mad for the streets voice

Dry inhale the melody of yards sounds
through my monitors, the bit bass stares
shallow snowstorms, we laid down sang
swinged as a swing as they could

Fly evenings where the alley in dull lights
Where battles in a circle killing boredom
Smoothly accelerating not sowing the turmoil
Always in time as it should be here like a tuta

Bach Bach is a bite ker
The collapse of the ashes is not it.
scope, stay for centuries
Although he himself used to burn old text