Текст песни Sasha Bez - Тайна Среднего Полёта

I say: & quot; You're an asshole, do not take her place above,
Repak your rushing in a hearse, funnels your songs food
And fuck it all rhyme, you're boring as a parable. & Quot;
But your words are all past - though crippled reliever!
And I know where my delusions absurd and obviously out of place,
It was like a cracker before, but became strong out of the test.
You can not hurt me honestly, better than ka Throw me the flattery,
But if the loan above the place after me do not climb.
And I want to assemble halls, still Dnepr or growth,
But so far only collect the number of posts.
And I never give to admit to you that I'm sad mediocrity,
And since we here know - we have to throw into the abyss initially.
The bloody battles of the chain of forum,
We initially vebali here, and on top of guys did not give us a head start.
You took these networks, and I pull away from the pack,
And yes, let them without wings, but I try and take off.