Текст песни Dozmar - Эманация Злости

On the first day there can not swear,
For many Russian frames is as if a pit stop.
Fuck, because a lot of the tracks of the mat
Panic takes off like fucking c Russian championship.

Talent will not spend on drink? But my talent long-propyl,
And I break all fuck like nature's prophet.
This is a battle to the last drop of blood,
I bury you, you do not stand a Liorik.

This Battle, fuck everything that you said here,
Here it is fashionable to send fuck, not exporting for the market.
In the eyes of the excitement, and tomorrow it will not.
My opponent is something to bark? I called it - a poodle.

Guy panic panic panic it.
After all, I thought that he was on the drug houses.
You're an addict, I took a dose, yelling like a whore,
Cross met you with your girlfriend and you gave hachu whore.

I'm sorry, but you break a bone,
My style is like roast meat.
Just like a solid nails.
My style - the emanation of anger.