Дядя Громъ, Bloodmasta Cut - Движняк
текст песни

Evening, window ajar, wine on the table
My mood has been at zero for a long time, I’m going to minor
The phone does not receive reception, there is already an ignore mode
The thunder rolls quietly here and he decided not to turn off the engine!

What's not resolved?What was not weighed?
What was a foregone conclusion?What were the labels?
What came over me?Why am I so taken aback?
What happened to your head?Why did she walk on foot?

I don’t know how I got in like that, cooled down and scored
After all, he would have given gas, so much so that even a trace disappeared
Who's gossiping behind the scenes, saying he's hiding in the bushes?
You need to be punished, boy.For such an evil tongue

What does anyone need to prove?What nonsense is this?
Need to impress unimpressive turtles?
It is important to become yourself, not to do it in a hurry and in a hurry.
Evening, ajar window, wine, Moon, draft

I didn't sleep, I waited.To the music of the rain
I was thinking.Why do I need all this engine?
I didn't sleep, I waited.To the music of the rain
I was thinking.Why do I need all this engine?

I didn't sleep, I waited.To the music of the rain
I was thinking.Why do I need all this engine?
From an early age I learned that it’s not worth driving empty
I didn't sleep, I waited, to the music of the rain

I didn't sleep, I waited.To the music of the rain
I was thinking.Why do I need all this engine?
From an early age I learned that it’s not worth driving empty
He dived headlong into the pool, like an experienced walrus swimmer into an ice hole.

I'm still the same, Samuil Marshak
So that you feel sha you need to shake your whole soul out of the poem
So that there is anything there, at the same time checkmate and step
Press this way along the seams to the very stitch

But who needs all this?
To whom am I crucifying myself and where is it taking me?
Completed in my knowledge, I’m about to take off
But it's so hard to get the recognition of brothers and sisters

Because no one cares deeply
Fools are convinced that rhyming is easy
But you have to write in such a way that if you throw a poem out the window
He will fly across the room with a whistle, breaking the glass.

I didn't sleep, I waited.To the music of the rain
I was thinking.Why do I need all this engine?
I didn't sleep, I waited.To the music of the rain
I was thinking.Why do I need all this engine?

I didn't sleep, I waited.To the music of the rain
I was thinking.Why do I need all this engine?
I dived headfirst into the pool, now there’s no way out
I didn't sleep, I waited, to the music of the rain