Текст песни казак - Борьба

The limit has dried up, the motive is broken, the panorama is covered with a shroud of ashes.
Fish-gusts entangled themselves in the network, hoping for peace.
On the path of weightlessness empty and pauses, curbs and rapids are brought down; there is no way.
The aura is out. Apathy. Pyramid needs to sing up.

Pain contrary: the practice of the case, cold calculation.
Stupidly take fight, bo luck then-now sweat streams-rivers of the breed.
Victory over the smell of gunpowder! In the wind, sail - take a course!
The ear caresses the waves of noise. In the side, sleep, tear the kush!

Technician pro points. Attack the game. Gather experience.
Behind the sunset - harden the body of the target. Wisdom plus one.
Zubodrobitelno combos and crushing super blow.
Storm-whirlwind attacks. As if the saws-bullets take off the hand-foot receptions. Ha!

Training day after day - to the top of the guru of the run:
Podkorimy mountains, cities, kings - karate for karma.
Blade burns; work and talent are the paths of dreams.
Prior to the reactivity of the gyrus, muscle is tight - speed plus one.

It's a matter of struggle to turn salt sweat into stones.
A step, two! Victory be - come to the barricades!
Edge to tear! The power is inside, the earth is blazing.
There is a start, wake up the war, it's a struggle!

Struggle - to convert sweat salt into stones.
A step, two! Victory be - come to the barricades!
Edge to tear! The power is inside, the earth is blazing.
There is a start, wake up the war, it's a struggle!

Breathe in the fragrance of freedom, the burdens of digestion, boiling, controlling! Logic -
Iron, concrete. Exceptionally the facts. Key Failures
Teach, pointing to the fall, will make whole chains of success in the mind.
Run-ruby, hero, straining the ridge.

Plots in the memory level are prescribed. Thermostable steel intent.
Visualize the target and the horns. Spell the thought, and to magic plus one.
Factors external-superfluous throw out. Overcast, clear - turn off laziness.
Wider-wider steps; you are armor.

Strings are strung together, muskets are impregnated with burning steam,
The glow of the rays reflects the point of the spear. Samurai swords are the power of the brain. A
In the morning, weapons for battle. While the notes of rest -
In the morning the swords are naked. While quiet sleep, after other heights are waiting.

Invisible threads, invented rules, feelings are grafted.
Directly at the rate of a pile of the real world - by the way!
Beauty, grace, Shaolin magic. The organism is nourished with vitamins:
The energy of a feat for blood is necessary - health plus one.

It's a matter of struggle to turn salt sweat into stones.
A step, two! Victory be - come to the barricades!
Edge to tear! The power is inside, the earth is blazing.
There is a start, wake up the war, it's a struggle!

Struggle - to convert sweat salt into stones.
A step, two! Victory be - come to the barricades!
Edge to tear! The power is inside, the earth is blazing.
There is a start, wake up the war, it's a struggle!

Re-live, however it was
Bewitch life, overcome, surpass oneself.
Cross. Compress the fist. On boarding, on ships. Fire -
Eyes. Counters zero zero hundred times

Re-live, however it was
Bewitch life, overcome, surpass oneself.
Cross. Compress the fist. On boarding, on ships. Fire -
Eyes. Counters are zero hundred times.