Текст песни 45-й feat. K.M. - Пальцем в Небо

45th:
Do not look for us in the credits - is a little confusing
We also collect the bomb in these cellars
What ebanet how to
Tearing inside the small details
I do not know Che will be there tomorrow
Time melts quickly, mixing paint
And all hypocrites changing masks
And under my feet is so much dirt
And there is enough scum
All from a single herd, plastic brains
Here no one is catching up soon
To rise - should at least be allocated
And the way to happiness in their long
Someone searching for a lifetime, but only fragments of glues
And how many PEOPLE pass?
Misleading trail buries prospects

K.M .:
My area under the weight of time
Quietly smoldering, flicking ashes
Whispers, questions about faith
But you're only a finger to the sky again

45th:
My area under the weight of time
Quietly smoldering, flicking ashes
Whispers, questions about faith
But again you have not found answers

K.M .:
We are not made of plastic, but hardly breathe.
The deputy cocaine and exit to the roof.
Prices per square and the system of kickbacks.
Bringing up the rear ring and dissolves the veins.
Heroin bargain and the remnants of conscience.
In a familiar cottage cut loposti.
The light in the window, pale and water flow.
Cuts time, that for treatment.
Sitting on the ass exactly, you can catch a cold.
Hang a thirst and shit be killed.
The holes on the body and in the department covers.
Rot remains forgotten in a landfill.
The heat in the shower and out the rapid kolitsya.
What was the old one, it will be washed away.
Sales, news, the cartridges story.
It is impossible to leave the car at high speed

45th:
My area under the weight of time
Quietly smoldering, flicking ashes
Whispers, questions about faith
But again you have not found answers

K.M .:
My area under the weight of time
Quietly smoldering, flicking ashes
Whispers, questions about faith
But you're only a finger to the sky again