Текст песни 2ndRA - Стеклянные Люди

You have a knife and a burden that doesn’t allow you to live, well
Me too, maybe we are similar, just like you...
There are gaps in the skin, but we're not talking about scars,
And the depths of the soul burn about the cracks, damn it!
How will you surprise me, glass personality?
Bruises on the face? Did you pull a dagger from the kitchen?
For lynching or self-flagellation?
Apparently you are looking for ways in extreme things!
What is illegal, just not to know the pain, yes! familiar
But not with shackles stood before the rec sign, but
The entire album is made up of fragments of a life lived...
I took the bitterness
And with a free voice I opened the bolt at the stall of anger
and snot and moans were put into a piece of paper, so that someone would call
I published SOS, I didn’t die solo, but I was able to adjust my gaze
Towards a brother with the same story. "Novo"
There will be nothing under the sun. A hundred times the chain breaks
Which brings the whole world into a roar. The goal is not to open your mouth too much,
And to heal sorrow, to reduce the pain of the heart to zero, and the thread
With you, bro, it’s easy to bring the process together - look:
I took the varnish and inhaled the steam when there was pain even on my legs
She didn’t let me stand, I fell, sometimes, on the verge of trouble!
Where is the torment of hell... I'm weak, and my dad also takes care of the house
“I drove into the firewood” drunk, and in the gymnasium they are poisoning me!
Every brother there is a bastard! Why not try?
""Into the trash"" swallow poison? know, boy,
Out of weakness, knowing evil, he took a knife into his pocket,
To hit it in the bosom so that the reptile falls! got contact?
And if so, know that a voice rose up again and called me, saying that God is near
And those fragments crawled into my memory like a firecracker!
I took the mic and began to put phrases on the beat for different you,
I declare that by taking a gram of stories, I will open your eyes

We are glass people
Thoughts of flasks, vessels
The judges' lips will change
In the splashes, clanging of dishes
We are glass people
We are glass people
We are glass people

Yes! I believe in God! Hip-hop is a gift from Him. From words to beats
The album's salt is that Christ filled the area of the left
The sides of the ribs are good, because bro I didn’t just remember that year,
And for the sake of a complete mountain of sins, which feel like tons of shackles on me,
Forged by pain with groans and anger, they made a break in the elbows, legs, throats,
They trampled into the bottom. The album is an image of unlocked locks. But so that the crowd choruses ""sucks""
They didn’t stick the phrase “stake” into creativity -
With blood, then, even during the day, at night, he developed his flow to the point
In order for the “god of rap” to become “bottom”, even though I remember I was a sucker, more than a zero.
But the battlefield, he threw years near the slops, where is he
Full of cobras and pythons, evil anacondas, that in the shin, throat
They beat me with a staple-like fang, I’m talking about the house, the school, my yard,
About a beaten face from fists, vodka, toxins,
About trying to pierce a person's side with a knife,
Pain, groans and evil... But if “glass” we-
Bring your keen gaze to my body:
Here the fragment is broken off, but looking into your image,
I also see a lace scarf and an obvious defect in the form,
But! all this is a sign that you are like me
Clone, copy, ctrl c! I saved a hundred stories so that in the end you would understand -
Like, not alone, bro, not alone! Well... is the album clear?
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