Slim - Черная снежинка
текст песни

Have you heard something? Well, what have you heard?

I am a black snowflake falling to the ground
Where the Kremlin rested on an infinitely gray
There is no data on me on the FSB server
I'm not here to saw natural reserves

I seem to be Zero, I seem to be not visible
I, like a grain, germinate through these plates
I pos in the air in the moonlight of sophists
We have long flown with orbit

With a wing, I will be faster, kinder,
Than your spinners car with a volume of 5 liters,
When death answers you on Twitter
There will be a scepter in her hands, Keep It Real

A neighbor in the kitchen in a pan is cooking "crocodile"
Someone was repairing a chisel to a chisel cabin
Rason in the apartment, jerked on sports,
Grasping a couple of paintings with saints

Black children with kalashi have no name
In the desert, the sun shines, in Moscow clouds are thick
Dirt layers, under them underground lines
Then Prince Vladimir would move from the horse to blue

I took the weight beyond my power, the collapse of the ugly
The overalls wore the overall, under it wore leggings
Sweeted sweetly, taking out the left xiva
The old woman Whitney also sang beautifully

Chorus - 2 times
Black snowflake will be the last straw
She will go down, killing hope for tomorrow
To spacesuits and armor will throw excitement
Here is our Sonderkanda 25th frame

You can drive to the bathroom in the presidential room
You can drive a ruble in your residence
You can drive away during the concert on stage -
Everything will be depressed. Or with a cocktail by the pool

These are normal options, but there are other options
Without chemistry, the uncles will just come bad
As in the documentary "Criminal Russia"
Or go out like Murat Nasrov

Trump, right? Often raw on the street
Slush in the snout, Moscow flooded with tears
This is a pitchfork, honey, you walked naked
On the stairwell - you can see a strong wing

Pussy to the body, the presence of new holes
Holy Death kisses you on the back of the head
At the bottom of dirty bottles, the idea swims
They became older - they wanted the suitcases of money

On that summer day I asked Topol
Thoughts limit at the end of a deep abyss
I have grown paws, they play a globe
The ship put his nose on a runway

I do not own "crocus", a nut grows on a palm tree
I am not Stas Mikhailov, I sound in the areas of sleeping
In every camera I do not put my sharpening
Guys, are there any donuts? 1 ah, will be lifted at night

Chorus - 2 times
Black snowflake will be the last straw
She will go down, killing hope for tomorrow
To spacesuits and armor will throw excitement
Here is our Sonderkanda 25th frame