I do not remember the first sex , but I remember the first fight
With a broken facial blood dripping on the floor
at the school porch , one eye can not see ,
did not care about the pain , it was painfully hurt.
Was ashamed CAST something to himself ,
Like not surrendered without a fight in front of a crowd of onlookers .
In my eyes, changing aggression , fatigue,
And in compressed fists this blind rage.
We are not in Las Vegas, in my eyes, only hatred
and fear has left the building , as did Elvis .
So hard to climb , but so easy to fall ,
And I'm like Icarus , I want to reach out to the sun.
Life is Kotz , alive and not to their sponsors,
And I do not Bach and Mozart text on emotions.
I still sleep with the sunrise ,
and a new track in a deke like a breath of fresh air.
Chorus . (2x)
Life can be a bitch still the same.
Hang in there, squeezing into a fist ,
and know - stnashno not lose
scary understand
that missed the chance today to become someone
2 .
I like Nel remember the first cassette of rap,
Two goals vsplave become great brass knuckles .
Then in the summer, in office on Presnia
could result in both health and song.
On the cell lesnichnuyu later that night
Invented as obyasnitrvanuyu leather jacket .
Bruises , fists , broken childish
I do not Muhammad Ali , but the fight was interesting.
And there are no conversations , only raced
Adrenaline and the blood on the wet asphalt .
So the Steel Was Tempered , for a few minutes
someone lying , someone ran , someone carried.
And here he is an institute where not issue diplomas,
wherein a pair of fractures after receptions pairs
its laws, its heroes , its customs,
its Hall of Fame , its wall of fame ..
Chorus . (2x)