Let my life be a tragedy from your point of view.
Let the wind in my pockets and head
We could all be better off without bending our hearts
But I won't become a pink hare with big ears
Will bite people in the hall to the heart
Microphone wheezing my rhymes lie
Words will hurt the soul, but is there really no way to get through
I have an imprint of what the retinas see
Hear my voice, a jumble of accents with a melody in tacky
My lines are a centner and I am unlucky to shine with erudition
Pronouncing interlacing with clumsy diction
I am deducting from the pages of the annals
You can wipe your ass with them if you suddenly feel like it
My speech about what kind of little brother is
For the quatrain quatrain
How many bitches tried to squeeze all the juice out of me
But I'm not dry and dry yet
You rejoice early, I swallow air
And the cry of the dank soul breaks out
Certain things are whipping faster.
And there is little that heals for household cracks
What am I screaming into the membranes with a ragged voice
About that navyashchevom that takes a skull with a ram
The hustle and bustle will subside, the days will pass
I heard voices, but did not understand the words
Not only did I understand myself there was in them
Hush, hush, hear the silence ringing
The hustle and bustle will subside, the days will pass
I heard voices, but did not understand the words
Not only did I understand myself there was in them
Hush, hush, hear the silence ringing
No tears, dog barking for a year
They stare at me then copy the freak
The freak will not jinx, I am a kaldun myself in life
I put it on your charm and I haven't heard you for a long time
It's tragic to realize that our fate is difficult
That it's only two steps from friend to enemy
Everything is the same with the bullock stupidly
They won't sew up and heal you without screaming
Much more complicated because this is our brother's life
Not a movie set where you got yourself screwed
Then the dacha has a sea and a lot of money with a chick
We have seventy percent dreaming that you die there
Such morals such a life is tragic yes
But there is hope, she's a dream come true
Tragedies all fuck, just laughter
This is black market nonsense, respect to everyone from Rumi!
Our life is an eternal path, eternal dregs
The heart is cut and mercury gushes
How ticks pinch my throat words
Resentment is very dangerous, it can break anyone
Life is given once fuck flattery on the mountains
Better to bypass and sunbathe on the beach together
Someone honorably to the navy, someone from the yard
Someone war loot, someone to shoot for houses
Someone appreciates the subway, and who the pedal to the gas
Someone is a complete asshole, but who is a fagot
Who among you will not betray, who will throw for money
In whom the talent has died out, and in whom the inclinations are strong
Everyone writes their own script, but to be honest, we live like in a hospital
Our society is drunk, and society is a drug
Our life is a tragedy like a Vysotsky guy
The hustle and bustle will subside, the days will pass
I heard voices, but did not understand the words
Not only did I understand myself there was in them
Hush, hush, hear the silence ringing
The hustle and bustle will subside, the days will pass
I heard voices, but did not understand the words
Not only did I understand myself there was in them
Hush, hush, hear the silence ringing
The smile will be flipped
And through the darkness of the souls of strangers we will already reach the pool
Thoughts in my head will only wrap an empty room
Only the future is ahead, the past is broken
Then it will someday take a run and overcome miles of this rot on angel wings
While the munching mire devours the feet
Crooked mirrors - you're not guilty, but a criminal
There is bureaucracy, papers, passports
Appreciate the moment, treat this system Spartan
Push this creature into the breastbone, let it snap
But this is how you make your space
You gore, remember only that
I know you remember that you should never confuse with the leftist movement normal
That with you only in your pocket
I know everything for myself, I stay on the edge
Here under the water stone upon stone
A lot of comedies and tragedies, if you want to play me any of them
And I will say that I have already seen everything
Pain is more useful, it even makes you move
Keep your family close, close to your family
I assure you it's hard to be like us
I know people and their stupid disposition, stupid ego
This is Moscow RO and CHE, you be human
The hustle and bustle will subside, the days will pass
I heard voices, but did not understand the words
