Текст песни ЧЭ и ВуТонн и РО - Без лиц

...
And we have so many! ..
But in the life of little space -
In front of me the road:
One - there is an end to life,
The second - minus the will,
One soldier in the field here,
And also,
As a little under the pressure of the sword
You will hear the crunch of bones
On the strength of my word,
And the bullet of the bits
Reaches the target again
Why all
Why,
And what do I do next? ..
And who told you all,
What's in bad faith the truth? ..
You call,
Tries everything
Sneaky, stronger,
Brother, what to do? ..
I had to go back,
I had to stay,
But I love the freedom,
I love it when in verse, there a lot of truth,
like the murmur of the brook,
I love kurnut morning,
I like his stubble,
Once upon a time,
Somewhere
Something by ...
But now everything is on target,
And it is certainly not the limit of my ambition,
Here the boys without people, yo ...

Freedom and stability
Before the innocence of the law,
And here it is -
Life
As in the poem have long ...
For this debility assholes fucking
But for someone cool,
The dupe sterile screw
So I do know dick,
What is there to do,
As if the song did not go in to business reports,
Do not color blind -
But where black where white? ..
Orthodox,
But in God,
Neither the hell do not believe,
Struck-through feature
But I will draw inspiration,
In the crowd, where a succession of persons ...
Samobiyts - through time,
I remember the first Napas,
It was he who brought me there,
Where I am now,
Give an hour of time -
I zabazaryu, as it should,
About that tears the soul,
Instead of Quasar and Drago,
Tramal and Braga -
It's life, you will understand,
Remember, rap - not advice,
Here pizdezhi and hubbub ...
There is my home and friends -
No palaces and servants,
I do not & quot; Battle for Respect & quot ;, listen,
I - & quot; Fight Club & quot ;,
It sounds cumbersome
Under amerikossky loop,
I just shit,
I rub in a board ...

It's just
PO tracks
But the blood will flow ears
Crimson Rivers,
Like rock and reggae,
We are of God crippled,
Underground sound sick,
Bitch, fuck, fucking shit ...
It's just
PO tracks
But the blood will flow ears
Crimson Rivers,
Like rock and reggae,
We are of God crippled,
Underground sound sick,
We are of God crippled ...
It's just
PO tracks
But the blood will flow ears
Crimson Rivers,
Like rock and reggae,
We are of God crippled,
Underground sound sick,
We are of God crippled ...

Empty wharf
Empty feeling
And tea, cooled in a circle ...
These flakes of snow fell from the sky,
The cover of night,
I ran out into the street,
Screaming for help, bitch ...
I am a freedom of speech, okay? ..
And fuck the tickets at the box office sold out,
Empty room,
And cigarette ash on the windowsill -
Dotleet slowly the rest of the day ...
And let everyone leave
With something for everyone,
Continuing day by day,
Day by day!..
Scrape scribbled,
Have you seen the gray soul
Listen
It penetrates the soul! ..
It is a pity that I will not see my name in the book,
Burn life, I look back,
We follow the same road with you, brother ...

On the edge of the world,
Where there is no fucking -
No dvizhuhi,
No heat
No water,
No light ...
Just a lot of snow.
The winter and lots of snow -
Oh, Soviet ghetto
The authorities have forgotten about it
Area
Only cops remember him bitching,
They are fed and sing,
Who is left on the outside,
The rest are driven not weak,
Or the area ...
This is the other garbage -
Instead of California,
The guys in shape,
Throw,
And then will draw up,
Although someone
This morning
Finds a janitor ...
Like after a nuclear war, my dear courtyard -
Cops huckster graze -
Should their white forik ...
Nine month...
Familiar hanged,
Kaif, machines, debt - that was the end of the ladder,
Such themes here
Each house will meet,
While one drink -
Others have labeled ...
While Vladimir Putin
His themes muddy -
At the other end of the country
Be amazed people ...
They would have lived well,
But unfortunately,
They do not want to change,
And just blunt ...