Текст песни 11 Marr-K - Outro

= Outro =
I could write a song a little longer the
But time is running out, it will not lend you
And inevitably comes to an end this mixtape
And I would like to be a bird and would simply fly away
But where there - soldiers rap rod on all fronts
And I scream from the pain of the heart beats fountain
By thunder, a hymn to the rejection of all souls
While burning the last fire, we will not be destroyed Carthage
We need an incentive to go further, but there is no stimulus
You, as in the Middle Ages, and you burn at the stake
This will be our year, as long as we believe in freedom
But the degradation of the people gives restart pleasures
And we are under pirate flags go on storm
Next, to the stars, to the problems that are out there waiting for
A path leads upward through the cursed city
Where a plague epidemic and walk the streets
Only pure thought and still not tainted
Thousands of hands only you will be able to raise
From the bottom, because it is easier to fall than to rise
From the bottom to the sky, without a flurry of applause
Without trash waves, it's not ninth wave
Think with your head, whatever reason is not grieve
Only the stubborn to the heights dobegut
And if tripped, will raise thousands of hands ....