Текст песни СанШайн - Панацея

Napoleon Bonaparte can be seen that he was still a ganjaman.
I read about your plan at school, bro.
Hitler Achtung, too, was blowing not childishly,
But break off, the Soviet turned out to be the most serious.
Undoubtedly, without porn we shoot videos.
Put your fingers in a small square, sitting on the windowsill.
As in the lens, we look into the fingers with a square.
Eyes like grapes, lips with a bow, this occupation rolls us,
How math rolls divide hypotenuse into cathetus
Fifty times a day, dirty fanatic.
As a bald uncle rolls to wear a scarf,
To wipe a sweaty pubis, or rather frontal flow.
The world from the window is dull, like a sketch, gray, like a brain.
And to save it, I need wax.
Well, or a couple of packs of tobacco, a couple of cans of beer for later.
Preserve in smoke and alcohol.
Representative, representative, representative, this is not a style, but ...
But I also want to look stylish.
You will not see me, head lifted.
I rarely fly in the clouds, my name is Navar from herbs.
With a microphone on stage, I rap on the topic.
In a cool outfit, like Fifi, I never stood.
On posters in the city center for a juicy occasion, too, did not hang, not for me.
I live in Stockholm on a rooftop in Carlson’s house.
Honestly, Kid, you fucking dabbled here.
Smoking is shish, and besides, I will complain.
Dripping from the roofs right on the pillow, on my nose,
Still choke in a dream.
Carlson, bitch, with a drunken hound began to fuck,
And I, while he was sleeping, poured sugar into his tank.
He was shortly shook and landed hard.
Peace. From this roof his grave is clearly visible.

There are no tales, the world is rather dirty and cruel tries.
There are no tales, people often go out the windows.
There are no tales, but there are miracles and rap, yes.
Rap and miracles, and the rest is dust, water.

Throw out of your head everything that you do not like.
Run to us, run to us! Don't scream in my ear
Don’t say by the hand, Muhammad Ali will be yours.
Soaked in smoke and perfume in the distance.
The lion's share in your pocket, everything is under control.
Distribution of roles - leave it to the heroes.
We dig holes for ourselves, I would go on my own.
We build our own world; mine, know, is arranged differently.
I am for peace, at the same time I will restrain any attack.
I attack myself, then I rejoice in any way.
It will be a sign, the beginning of the beginnings.
Hacking off the shoulder is the executioner's job.
What I stopped at, I live, I will survive.
I doubted in many ways in my lifetime.
Stop the horse for the ride under the force of a peasant.
Enter the burning hut - yes, pah, I’m burning steeper!
Take the tourniquet and show me your veins.
Everything will be in your hands, even the sky.
But the soul will find shelter somewhere deep in the bowels.
Secrets near the earth under a layer of a thousand meters.
Look for wind in the field, a needle in a haystack.
They will break you, will result in a shift.
Know, they will break to the end, appointed the price itself.
There is no other way out, where is the panacea?

Run to us, run to us!
Run to us, run to us!
Run to us, run to us!