Slim Konstantah - Старое Добро
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Slim:
For you, this is poison, we like the sun stains
Ready kernels for guns shooting meat
I'm tired of these wild dancing
There is life on Mars, many people want to eat
This is a centrifuge filtering system
My gray balachon is like a skip shell
Radius 18 I look at the situation
As 300 Spartans within a radius of one location
To the end, but the spirit of the fighter can break
How in a mousetrap fingers like jaw in three places
The soul is milder than the Moscow river I would sell it
But the devil signed a contract
Stone sharpening a card, everyone wants palm
On the sand white, barefoot without pallet
Malibu in a glass, but here dancing with wolves
It's a bomb with a timer give me strength to stay
But I will not become righteous as Phoenix fly
Reborn from flame, Stalin buildings frame
Dome with crosses, Lesha Soldier knew the word to kill
Birds fly away from the windows of the chamber
Big Stone Bridge Tomorrow will also get up
Rings in Moscow as water circles
Stars on the Kremlin is stupid to replacing eagles

Slim and Mitya:
How in old good bits pulls to the bottom as a drowned
How in old good chimes try to bell
How in the old good in the arms of the same city
Like a white shark under the water go deep

How in the old good will attract the bottom as a drowned
How in old good chimes try to bell
How in the old good in the arms of the same city
Like a white shark under the water go deep

Mitya:
How in old good bits pulls to the bottom as a drowned
The northern flow set us fuel
In the oxygen hunger zone
Obviously rings the bell
I was like reflexive
As attacked on the Boeing
And my brothers do not rub the Nobel Prize in the world.
Forms are angry, and the product does not need a lobby
So, it will disappear, whether it is a thousand times damn
In the crowd I scan a good look
On good in the reserve of kidd prepared
Without these alleys, there would be room
They are looking for comfortable, but I am not comfortable
When from the 55th on 63rd fell
In the kingdom of mirrors, in the Wonderland
Constant with me zeus
Cancel the flight, leave without
Let him establish the personality of the criminal
Structures bought
I still see who is the enemy, and who is me here
Unnecessary swelling, less stack if bills are large
Will end the term and mother will meet the son of the prodigal
After all, the country's main tree is already cut down!
Vigilant Guinness from Dublin
I learned the routine and everyday life in it
Every morning it can become a vessel's day
Because we float next to the muddy bottom
How did you not want, but I shave my head
And go to bed with ideas
With ideology in bed
When I wake up, I will not come back
Leave to smoke, chalp quack
Here is a wonderful toast for those who are simple
There are close, there is access, there are principles
They have no arrogance, be vitellane, careless
We are slowing down on the blocks behind the snow in the nostrils
Text misfortune, I am present this sound
After all, not Jesus superstar
But I read you
I'm here in the morning and forever
But I will not go though tired (but I will not go though
I will not leave anywhere, I'm here
Long sit here

Slim and Mitya:
How in old good bits pulls to the bottom as a drowned
How in old good chimes try to bell
How in the old good in the arms of the same city
Like a white shark under the water go deep

How in old good bits pulls to the bottom as a drowned
How in old good chimes try to bell
How in the old good in the arms of the same city
Like a white shark under the water go deep

Mitya:
As in the good old, like Stalin Koba
Nothing new in the arms of the concrete city