Текст песни Детдом Detachment feat Свободное Время - Младенцы Со Стволами

Well, what are you, bitch, waiting? While sinking the heartbeat?
It will fight, while the truth is the baby's mouth.
We once drove out, we again rebelled.
Now on the verge of retaliation, babies with trunks!
Weather's words - We were revived! Pose through the ground!
The hour has come, the rap - Riot
Time of Troubles, laws under the feet are thrown,
For the penny sold, under the dust layer are stacked.
Scriptures that we are left prophets
Message to avoid, but late, the error is already allowed.
And the long-standing will not be until all shit in the point is not descended,
After all, all moments are missed when it could change something.
If you want to make the world cleaner, you have a way out - shoot!
Why suffer? Anyway, you kill yourself every day.
You dream of following my murder, you quickly forget about the past.
Scroll, blast, you know what you yourself are, everything will come true.
Do you think it will help? I do not know, but I have not hurt for a long time!
How can? Every year around the step as a herd to the slaughterhouse!
Pods, adhesive pairs in the entrances vodka with shmal.
Lost! All childhood passed, adolescence, youth.
Bounce! Stop! You are destroyed.
And then the plot is not prepared for us.
There is a road through the zone, a good filter of all impurities.
But still there is no meaning of a free wolf to keep on the leaving.
Yes, and the jackal there is not a place that all the ass licks.
The force is not the one who walked the time, and who did the case and breathe freedom!
And we, as if crushed stray dogs on the asphalt
That car a bastard, which is one hand with a bitch riding a dress.
So the price was supposed to send.
But we believed in our faith, we waited for our time.
We noticed someone else's death when they destroyed her life
But we always knew that the movement was not one.
We were thousands! Quantity without a quality mark
Oppressed your brainchild, corruption roses
And his rules without morality.
The war bloody for power that they managed - then
But no one asked us, only refuting criticism
Yes, I'm from the inside all your foreign policy!
Dettle detachness, free tribe!
Alliance your own, your alliance!
Power in the trunks, yes! Strength in words yes!
Power in the trunks, yes! Strength in words yes!
After all, nothing remained, what could be believed.
The power of confidence remained, under the Senius of the desire to kill.
But still we will live! Going upstream
I dedicate yourself to the alienated religion of the enjoyment.
Of the ordinary needs, the perversion themselves.
They exchanged the baptism of babies to the public burning.
Then again the preching, ask for forgiveness from God.
No doubt, in distorted reflection will not see humiliation.
With disregard will create new gods with the slash
Which for the sins will not give vills, but still they pray.
Others laugh, measuring their money in kilograms.
In kilometers their plans, and human grief in grams.
Having bought humanity themselves, they called themselves.
Served someone else's infinity, confusing eternity with the century.
And sold by a scream laugh before the failure filled with evil.
Requalted from the throne, created their tribe - Delcome!
Our voice! His truth! Other shelters!
Without the brotherhood of Mogilev underground
Children of streets in infancy living on the damned religion of the ghetto,
But still somewhere all the troubles are broken, holy light
From the costhitus Trumpet, shelters of the spirit of street mentality
Again in the depths of the Bunlet of the poet in the depths and blood.
That until now the curse of the covenant in the world lives
And what right divides our souls to the highest and short grade
All life is a fallen whore!
After all, the smell of bitch now excites less taste of powder
Each shot of truth stifling like a peak at the larynx
But everyone attacks words - babies with trunks!