Текст песни КРБК - самый странный рэпер

in the open window, will release of smoke
I open my soul was wrecked
Stepping to the whore, naive first-grader
and my broad gesture of greeting, it is still excellent

two bell, the goal to be forgotten
like the moon and the night, and I hate the person
and this track is not about love, so just pure banter
how can there be love when you do not feel for her feelings

Now because it is fashionable to write about it
and so I, too, must write only so
I have the strangest rapper in this city
I often hear for yourself, then talk

a box with matches again, remind me who I am
the same type in the shower, blow up the city again
fill out a cry, ominous whisper from the ground
and I will go when they do not come up with a rhyme