Текст песни Вендетта - Этот Дым

My basement in soot I'm not alone here today
I do not even like paved route here
The fate of the scam by different catacombs
But here at the microphone is always at home
Does not have a connection with the number of Anton
Crowded tomorrow ebashit tracks again
In our base street quenching
As someone said, there we have ubem of sticks
In these places you will not help even a stalker
Here can give you a light without lighter
Look better tv where pathetic Galkin
Never cease to rap to read even on a gurney

This muddies the head you smoke mutish it expensive
The road from the huckster cold and scared
Zashol locked in smoke not to cough
But you will , and one bro

This muddies the head you smoke mutish it expensive
The road from the huckster cold and scared
Zashol locked in smoke not to cough
But you will , and one bro

My basement in soot I'm not alone here today
Yesterday I mayaknuli that we cops graze
While we were in the music we move further repchik
Among the high-rise buildings someone podozhet gashik
And the only way my friend
Someone picked grandmother and who has created a philosophical circle
And it is not necessary here to blame themselves samago
If you want to let us do things
E, in any century text appended
Predposyly become a monk moody
I have a couple of joints for homeland accrued
Here Tony gun salute and Umbrella
At the moment I became who became
And I do not care Tale salam
Salam lads those who are with us in a chariot
Kid with Respect from other fucking Shaved

This muddies the head you smoke mutish it expensive
The road from the huckster cold and scared
Zashol locked in smoke not to cough
But you will , and one bro

This muddies the head you smoke mutish it expensive
The road from the huckster cold and scared
Zashol locked in smoke not to cough
But you will , and one bro