Текст песни Slam feat. 3-T - Неровным Почерком

Pixelated hand use up drafts
Trodden road after the small features
Carried out long been subjects of paintings
It is better to fix it than to leave

Pixelated hand use up drafts
Just throw away or greatly beloved, understand
We are accustomed to rage in the emptiness of hearts
And not to open the door immediately kazhdog
See the sky all that we have
We do not correct mistakes made at a time
We look forward to summer sun and forget past grievances
Measuring hate drunk liters
I have nothing to lose I'm free from the shackles
For the enemy is not tearing the graves of the Worlds
And it will be easier when the Bucket
But unlike them, I remained true
Nice to hear the voice in the phone handset
The discussion itself in the background
As it is strange but I do not care
They were looking for my voice but got the silent movie

Pixelated hand use up drafts
Trodden road after the small features
Carried out long been subjects of paintings
It is better to fix it than to leave

Staying without resentment for life without knowing the taste of victory
Knife on the canvas in the hope of forgetting polosonut
Blogs soul burned pages of happiness
All crumpled sheets in shades of mood blot
Uneven handwriting on bits of depth of thought
The desire to prompt an unattainable goal
Attempts for a moment at least stop the dial arrow
After all, we covenant destined to sink into oblivion
In the annals of ghosts called to flock
Prezrenniki purposes child mass uprisings
Restore the brink of two evils knowledge
Carrying postulate the citadel lost knowledge
Running from the truth to the depths of deception
Shedding light beam for each letter of parchment
Zapechetlyaya themselves without fear of the darkness of the dive ...
... Not afraid to dive

Pixelated hand use up drafts
Trodden road after the small features
Carried out long been subjects of paintings
It is better to fix it than to leave