Текст песни PRCKR prod. - wandalica

I poetics Negro , ashes to the wind
Let under this sky , trying to overcome the inferno
tackle head often asks conscience
I want to be closer to the people and sit in the train.

look out the window , I see the street there in the prospectus ,
Babe , I'm hooked on rap and not tears as mother hen ,
Subway nakinet bracelet and hit kostetom ,
the degree of curvature of the rod does not fix the corset .

go home after the terminus ,
looking at the world anything, look at the world through the eyes of the blind.
said and done , you're a man , but then the angels
all taken away, Tanya cries , like Agnes Barto .

from the world of evil chur dearie me carry off ,
build roads in life , like asphalt ,
Tell me , dear God , how much of narco zhoznikov ?
words are not enough , said nothing would burns .