X'AM, LEXS BMF - AMG
текст песни

I cut turns in the amg package
Soaring over the abyss in lies
On the way the lights were lit
They burned bridges behind them
The seeds sprouted like day
We were born this way
Eat what you sow!
I cut turns in the amg package
Soaring over the abyss in lies
On the way the lights were lit
They burned bridges behind them
The seeds sprouted like day
We were born this way
Eat what you sow!
35 winter of the year, like a shadow, gone
So much has been lived on the way, and I keep scrolling through the days
I fill out the memory diary, stick in the slides
I add brightness, my reality
Flying at the full speed of my youth
As my father taught, I live according to my conscience
Your memory is in my face and my valor
In the very center of my heart, my spirituality
Dear father, while grieving, I bring you all honors
I'm so filled with this feeling of pride for you
You raised a man and gave me strength
Clarity, strength, durability, accuracy
In full combat readiness
I rightfully ascend to the throne of creativity
While these demons are writhing
Father, my cartridges will not run out
Now you're just watching my back from the sky
We're like bullets, we're all flying from the cradle to the grave
Meter by meter, mile by mile
Faith in the Almighty is our salvation!
Our merciful Lord, I pray you, have mercy on the eternal
May their path home to you be sanctified by the milky
Well, in the meantime, I myself am driving in the oncoming direction
I wish you all good luck, arivederchi!
I cut turns in the amg package
Soaring over the abyss in lies
On the way the lights were lit
They burned bridges behind them
The seeds sprouted like day
We were born this way
Eat what you sow!
I cut turns in the amg package
Soaring over the abyss in lies
On the way the lights were lit
They burned bridges behind them
The seeds sprouted like day
We were born this way
Eat what you sow!
I keep my finger on the pulse, I remember I knew in absentia
Then the birth ligament is firmly fixed
Father, remember us like this, we didn’t do it on purpose
Drizzled and killed, everything is a thing of the past
Here brother for brother, if necessary, clicks the iron
I will not allow this evil to come to us
From Bali to Pattaya I dialed Egor directly from the guesthouse
Together until the meltdown, fuck it, time and place
Close in spirit, we look at the world in some ways similar
Against everyone, like oncoming traffic, we fly into the air
We are no longer bothered by debauchery or cocaine
Get up early, gloves, mouthguard, adrenaline in the blood
Each of us is ready to go, and we will master the road
Every day, victory over yourself for the glory of the family
And no matter how the demon beckons, we believe only in God
Step by step, changing ourselves little by little
The devils are dancing challah, they are throwing their nets at us
But our ancestors are with us, and we are close to our victory
Let's leave only the best for us, our children.
Whoever is gone, we will remember together at dawn
Morning, dawn, smells of forest and wormwood
Fogs over crosses painted in Latin
The boor is called the eldest in the family, to hell with despondency
Our people hugged everyone until they crunched, ciao bombinho