Текст песни Пабло Прекрати, ATL - Маяком

Again on holes where John heaping Yoko
Vyblyadok punk rock , hip-hop bastard
Petroleum Coke in a glass + lime slice
And thought ... until ravings dopidorit tooth schetka

Pleasant warmth on the fingers from tap water ,
This is a song of happiness, optimism hymns from Viana
Being rude to strangers , unfamiliar with the ruble ,
I have nothing to give you - karmakoma .

DMC- 12, but on the asphalt strip ,
DMT in 12 days @ burn Dubrovskij
Life before and after ...
Stuck on reflection ... when had become hard ?!

Too old for the club, too young for a corpse
Black glasses - again home in the morning
And if the throne , having played in the dead poets
Just need someone nearby just whisper about it

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podzontommusic + A !:
I blinked a beacon ,
Load up one cartridge
In the land lay with one core
Maybe now there is my new home
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atl:
I am lost again, no spare me
In space fluttered sleepily smuggler Han Solo
Moscow - Cassiopeia , ears cut motif pop
Twisted tight braid, cant hurt the eyes sedge ( high )

In the mouth, as in the Karakum desert dry
Provisions of tap water , Yupi and Zuko
Hopelessness - female, rip up lybu from ear to ear
Rap dragged me under a snag , what there bytovuha

Box was lowered into the ground as a glaze
Sleep in either eye , sharpen a scythe skillzy
Nutro frozen , misses a tooth for a tooth
Earth is huge, about her other worms crawling

And outside spring vrochem ...
At half-dead bruises buds
And outside the spring , however ...
Creeped out in the sun until the soil warms up