Дэля - RU.СТИЛЬ
текст песни

I fly into the sneakers just like a beat, there’s a rocket in my teeth and I’m killed
My gray yard is the dark world decided, cheated, huckster bigwig
Cannabionol, MDMA, I'll hide it inside me again
On the edge of thin air where bassota basses break like a gopota
I open my eyes and again the picture of the swamp
There are puddles underfoot again, the road is crooked again
I still clumsily fuck like a robot
And I work until the grave, my destiny is work
Marginalized everyone fucked poverty is not a concern
Fuck someone needs you, the womb threw you off
Conscience the fucking bitch will stupidly break her hands
But you are also a patient of a wild evil asylum
Hey bitch, tell me about your rich ancestors
How was your vacation and how was your summer?
There's no romance here, it's stupid ghetto
Raising children with a big bag of mefa
Your expensive rings are heading to the pawn shop
Like a ferry block, everyone is reeling in steam
Your expensive rings will fly off your finger
And you will tell at home what you lost
I'm a young guy and I don't want to work.
Only hunger will get the needle under the nail
Empty everyday life, empty belly
Again we have to run from factory to factory
Street magic - bad education
Don't listen to fools, this is stupid and wrong
Only a couple of people will show you the way
It’s better not to follow ordinary people
Oh this is Russian style
Oh move the hell away
I cover the bass
I score obliques
Oh this is Russian style
Oh move the hell away
I cover the bass
I score obliques
There are dead ends and obstacles around Tupari
I do what I want, I don’t fuck as I should
I'm freaking out flying out of the front door
We feed the octave parango again
Visiting space trip report
I beg your pardon my dear god
Wasting time my flimsy dream
Parade march like Mendelssohn
Everything they do here is witchcraft.
I have become timeless and weightless
Crushed, squeezed under the wheel
Damn fate I know everything
Secrets revealed and cards revealed
My eyes are full of loss
My mind has seen the worlds of others
But I never got into a dead end there
Every day I'm somewhere below zero
I get into trouble with the crowd
Dance till you drop and drink with me
We will be covered together by our native land
It will be picked up by a wave, carried to the edge
Come on, take a deep breath, dear
Even staff from the outskirts of the outback drags you over the edge again
There are no laws and no prohibitions
The songs of life have not yet been sung
Where we are all young but not blind
And rap playing on cassettes
These Adventures are the Wild Way
Get home and not fall asleep
See everything and blow tirelessly
After all, tomorrow we will definitely have pussy
Oh this is Russian style
Oh move the hell away
I cover the bass
I score obliques
Oh this is Russian style
Oh move the hell away
I cover the bass
I score obliques