Текст песни Эсчевский - Без запаха

I was thinking and so clocked up on the little things,
For all that I have never been ashamed.
There is nothing in me to look for flaws, punctures? Another reason
Leave only one bullet, I told them you shot in the head
While I was half-liter fresh-water sponge stuffed with smoke
And you've been so while I covered, in a trice
Here or there - it's a difficult metal
I piled so that I as though fly
All these songs bottomless soul
Therefore, though probably often difficult to breathe
In the veins the blood of a hundred per cent thoroughbred poison
Voice hoarse spins tracks in Winamp
And time is not enough, but we do not like to think so
Circling foxtrot in white dress - it's my poverty
And I will give you a rap pipes rough
It is our union, but without the smell of corpse