People are deceived, storm in a glass, though burns,
Blud and depravity, fates are lost within.
Sky sparkles, rebus solve during life
This task requires knowledge, check-in.
You embarked me out by your songs,
Faces of deceptive, naive nyashnya rampant.
Bitch, fighters for the idea as you can see.
Creator dolls - USA, whose nasty spyzdili style.
Let's in order guys,
It would be logical if they were allowed to be managed on the battle.
So that after the completion of the duel,
It is used in the role of a commercial puppet.
After all, everywhere commerce, it is for each storm glass,
My wrath is probably the first, on the points of Furi - the war.
Goal to your tracks to sell the part of your soul,
I'm scared texts to read, forgot the fucking promise there.
And now I am not about Panches, not about the rhymes, but about the sense,
To fuck? Sacrilege! No Lyra! I will not hear!
And so far only quiet Don and Pripyat,
After all, radiation poured strongly, tons of false speeches.
Your policy is not long-sighted and aggression.
Further cup, as you do not try, do not break out the impulse
Our power is invincible truth
Therefore, the hinders among the morals will advance.
In this fight, I will be the first for faith
Among the temporary terns, the mind will overthrow all rappers
Wake up poets, wisely mind instilling in people
And the rational rational manifests here.
