Текст песни ОУ 74 - Из Недр

pastor:
during three nights, word lined handwriting
leaving the cipher host lines
all in rhyme, all the clearer
recitative sticky like STAF boarded in splif
from the bowels of the concrete slabs with a scratch rope pulls the dead lift
and I live while the city sleeps, the only difference is a bit delirious
I was wildly exhilarating fifth cup of tea out of the land is mountainous regions of China
and you will see what I was isolated from the bustle of households when watching
familiar creaking doors cotton
Type in the tracks got involved in this cruel world
only people arrived dvizhat
he had a choice someone broke
in this city rarely burn lights when necessary
and do not shout will not appear next to acab'a
on the southern outskirts of the rules Tankograd brother

plkmnt:
no time to think about tomorrow, looking through the eyes of refueling
My Babila soon wake up and go to breakfast
tailwind, the Republic of Lithuania on the CTZ through the center
boys met a white Mercedes arrives at the third
and it has something to do while napping bigbro
while micro-acid but it soon strelnet through plates
for this bit dead lift will stretch as the days stretch

manky monk:
extendedly consciousness, outside the noise of cars
I'm alive, but in this city another life
mess in the room is not a reflection of the soul
I'm not in it and where Tankograd rap alive
this city breathes Butor
if the associated smoke enveloped the square good
you can go for the stage, but their way confused
Original sound is looking for? I will help you
while the cops take power into his hands, beat their fists in the chest
I'm here to keep the balance not to fall
skipping past the eyes and fucking hypocritical gestures beast
mary jane honestly without you fucking us
I see your bags close
I see how to poison Commerce
golovnyak in the whole world - and dick with it
We write songs from the heart to the sun
Choice bachelor boiling on a fire and things get interesting
on repit bit more cheerful, style does not age

LP:
the unit does not siphon and I realized
closed wire, entered the passwords required
1 0 1 0 0 1 no more, so that's dystopia with the smell gonevo
I'm writing a story, and I know it's worth it
on the table a piece of glass is empty courtyard
square in the fog, the body draped
my rates are for someone too maloholnye
Everyday laid up in the bucket sinks poltorik
popolame with gods, devils with no share
a mixture of northern and southern foundations techniques
but in the end this is such a AUDIONARKOTIK

from the bowels of the concrete slabs with a scratch rope pulls the dead lift
and I live while the city sleeps, the only difference is a bit delirious
from the bowels of the concrete slabs with a scratch rope pulls the dead lift
and I live while the city sleeps, the only difference is a bit delirious