Текст песни СН33 feat ВП - Хако

This night is not as black as my mind,
But she is the favorite time of the day,
It will frighten or make you feel calm
He will warm the stars or give you choke with anger
And this night will make especially loved
What I spend it in a society with smoke.
Find yourself in a blurred picture.
Find yourself outside the daily fuss
And you will feel how fire came from the smoke.
After all, we are prisoners of freedom in its concept.
Prisoner trample against - you will be forgotten as a teletubbies.
A tongue is coming to you, but that day will come
When we say finally, chasing those
Who trampled us into the ground sitting on a horse
Those who sold their homeland for the sake of oil
Their number must be nullified.

The nightmare caught memories of rules from childhood
I corrected myself a little with age.
Brains out the central nervous system in minus already
The dream of an idiot like in a movie of some kind
How filters and work are obsolete by volts.
Hummer tricks of sweat, hiccups, someone remembered the summer.
From the annals of old, I saw the Quota and was tamed by the cops.
Injections become lessons
Stubborn faces gopami saw them.
In the organs of bursting
Bubbles flew with blood on the lobes
Holed jazz too hammer
She prokhavana hapom from spikana.
Your same chick next to here she sleeps.
These paints lay on the wall
Do not shawl, it is better to absorb.
Fatty hapkoy, stomach picked up.
How fat mongrel lost over the dark years.
The clock is gone, the scales and the squirrels have arrived.
Steele down boy yo
Steele down boy yo

Put the kettle on and let it boil, have patience.
Invite me to visit and pour me a drink,
Let all the excess out of my head throw out.
I will tell everything with the arrangement and really,
Try to listen to me.
I cleared my throat, I'm sorry, it just dried my throat,
Yes, and under the eyes of bags from the fact that he did not sleep.
I am tormented in the morning that life can be interrupted.
In the course I did not come in vain and probably should stay.
There are things that delight the heart and eyes
This is not rhinestones and money
These are the days I've lived,
These are the bottles I have progressed.
I watched the people go,
I have seen many instead of brains sawdust.
For many, moneybox is important,
And I love in the spring drops,
When the frostbitten brain eagerly awaits thaw.
And here I am, as always, much puffed up
I put the lines in the notebook that came to me in the morning.

Over the rooftops of communist times
The starry sky, in the air, light mist, like a prism,
Motors roar below, headlights blind,
Lanterns, advertising banners, illuminations of shop windows are burning.
Illustration of the world around me
And hardly any other one I would have traded.
Intoxicating city, night outside
Block-brick forest, this is where I grew up.
???? streets and walls, skyscrapers and roofs,
The city where the consistency of truth barely gives shade
Through the thorns of mercenary ideas, dirty money
We stele with those who are in the subject, who are with us in close

Ay night painted in a black little dormant city,
So there is a reason to re-express the ideas in a word.
To bring along with the current the truth on the other side of the windows,
Open eyes to those who really could not do it.
Who behaves shamelessly - life will leave without ??
Putting it on the pallet, will send down in the general flow,
Do not be surprised later that the bracelet is fastened to the arm.
Not every pilot who makes a dive survives.
This is not a rule - it is etiquette, generally accepted for those who are not pressed into a briquette,
For those who see the world through the painted layout,
And feels alive joining foot on the cold parquet.
How much can you endure the tricks of the law ?!
Gritting his teeth, that they had long since thrown their nets into my native Urban,
Of which not get out, but in which you can hide
And already from the underground fight for your principles of yo