Street Choice, Боб Крома - Телепат
текст песни

Every old man of dreams every day
Cherishes, watching the world of deposits
The evening was torn with a glow, fascinated
The views of the stars exposed

Hugged the plowing by force, rely on the rhythm
All on ointment with Sim Varev
Without Variks, all charge, infection
Without a shaving hand, show who needs fat

Replicate to hear every passenger
Get ready to bat, do not stand aside
It's time to live in a distance in the distance
I see mirage where the myriad hut, the attic pyatin

Garages are adagio, put in the archive on racks
Where are the collages, feelings of sad tonnage
Let's get enough of it

Each renegade sows ideas seeds
Not for degenerates and television programs
Meridian of words of melodies veil
Evenings from brick tower

Telegraph poles are a series
Starfall, there is no eye in heaven
In a word not to convey the alleys is
Elegant fen Mat, rewind

Do not rewind this frequency difference
What beats on the skulls of the membranes Deriban
Tribes love the sound of pieces of iron so much
Night - telepath, in the delegate of dreams

Whose Floo is illegal, veteran, accelerate
Woe it doesn’t matter, Chegerap, the world to old rappers
Neither the pen nor the fluff of the muse curtsy