Джино - Фристайл
текст песни

Again parishes of sunset, frost, on the skin curve of erysipelas in the mirror
It looks like a paste, four sips of water splashing in an unwashed mug
The brain under the kumar flows a fetid puddle
Space compressed in a fit of claustrophobia
They are so different, but feelings of one blood
The walls are sprayed, sinking, painted not even underlying
And the first words scriptum
Old radio hisses dullly
In an empty apartment, feelings are covered with blue, longing with despondency
Again depression takes what you are only glimpses
The meaning loses heavy speculations are born and die
I’m already getting tired of it again
There is shorter something la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
Further shorter
I got up through force, swayed
I sailed to the window
He scored tightly, crouched
Sky
Decibels on membranes tightly music
Inside the tower is crazy, I'm not scared
Search for answers to questions not for me
Classes of thought are confused, the arrival of his mother quilted
there is a chorus, and now the second verse is shorter,
Guess how much freedom of speech costs.
Friday came and everyone stands on the horns.
Again, as familiar, it is just as disgusting to see.
I was trained to hate you
Trembling legs, glazed gaze
Now it doesn’t matter who is right, who is to blame
In my words poison
In your affairs, poison too
We are both poisonous, but still different
I'm higher than
You are somewhere below
On the contrary, it can
Still, something gnaws at me
Probably a conscience, a conceptual concept
Why return?
The parish quilted his mother
Well, that's shorter, such a Temka
there was some kind of chorus
I do not remember the chorus.
Count? fuck
Why did my father return? The parish quilted his mother!