[Verse 1, Chester]:
Either the music has become different, or the principles have become different.
My ideal is crushed by the crowd, under the feet of the crowd of imminent death
I close my eyes with my hand, but I hear how she asks: "Help me."
Well, who am I, such that I put tusks against the system?
Standing on its hind legs, raising hooves of dust, alone against the crowd.
Submissively retire, or into battle headlong into the clouds of rebellious.
Try to forget by destroying the traces, be ready to die young.
I go against this world with war, despite the reforms.
The music of the stone blocks tells a lot - get ready, son.
The boarded up window area breathes in the back of the head a charged Glock.
This Glock cannot be found in catalogs, and still my floor is a ceiling for you.
My lair is the middle Volga. My lair is a city of dead roads.
[Chorus]:
Around the perimeter of the city crows ambition
Confused sides of a wind rose.
Ideals are undermined, thoughts are formless.
Against the tide, between two banks.
Lead me with you.
Lead me away;
Lead me away, mom;
Lead me with you.
Around the perimeter of the city crows ambition
Confused sides of a wind rose.
Ideals are undermined, thoughts are formless.
Against the tide, between two banks.
Lead me with you.
Lead me with you;
Lead me away, mom;
Lead me with you.
[Verse 2, Chester]:
He took the oath, not a step back, constantly changing places of deployment.
He pulled the anchor, raising the sails, overcoming the full power of gravity.
The third ten is already on the watch, I take a step, feel the vibration.
Even the deaf will find what to say, looking at this b * core.
The world continues to scratch its tongue, screw in ears leaving a coma.
The world changed outside our window while we changed friends to acquaintances.
Music became different, we became others leaving our pool.
Our troops crossed the Rubicon, I am still alone, but with me millions.
Old school under the new program, I am determined to take this exam.
The inner voice of the working suburbs, we again draw circles under the eyes.
Among office buildings, my sleeping area has kept uniqueness,
Outside of style, borders erasing, the green mile is the way of the samurai.
[Chorus]:
Around the perimeter of the city crows ambition
Confused sides of a wind rose.
Ideals are undermined, thoughts are formless.
Against the tide, between two banks.
Lead me with you.
Lead me with you;
Lead me away, mom;
Lead me with you.
Around the perimeter of the city crows ambition
Confused sides of a wind rose.
Ideals are undermined, thoughts are formless.
Against the tide, between two banks.
Lead me with you.
Lead me with you;
Lead me away, mom;
Lead me with you.