Текст песни Спящий - Затабачим панчи PB-3R vs. RAF

And so, opponent, hello
Where you were torn apart
I had a little party
Apparently this is the end of your wanderings
Friend, all your torment is in vain
After all, you are in round four my transfer
Your genius is slowly dying out
The final. The sleeper has penetrated your shell
Give up. I see a white cloth flag
Your style is just a jump, mine is a somersault-mortale
Fearfully. Rhymes are sandwiched by walls
Became squares piles of feces
Who's in pair, feel the ego decline?
Blows. Hundreds and thousands of them, boy
Burn as Mr. Stone flies in the back
I will leave you in the third part as a keepsake

But do not be discouraged, because the outcome is obvious
This is the warpath
Pure English style murders
RAF, what have you forgotten here?
My poison will spread with the beats of my heart
I'm sorry, but in absentia - you are a corpse
Here Sanya is something like an essence
The one who will close your open circle
It's cold, just give me a reason
The earth was covered with spears, gunpowder
The smell of your air, the feeling of hunger
My beef, brother, snuck it, come on
But apparently I don't care what
Top - Gathering of Elementary Schools
Who will leave me, tell me
Your world goes to sleep

Henceforth you are scared
With my army of letters, getting rough
Into strange dolls
Bullets will be nested, but the battle has not been purchased
Smart people
They said in my ear, they say, it's hard to win
But, they lie to me
Although they won't wake me up tomorrow morning
May be
I feel the breath of music on my skin
It's so hard for you
Create multiple lines, sloppy handwriting
Destroyed by fire
I'm sorry but my shield is stronger than ever
Wolf grin
Milk teeth will be grinded at the root

My friend wake up
Apparently this is the final, but
Rustling pages
In total will give a little more than zero
Who can attract attention by taking away peace?
This is not a dream, after all. This is no longer a dream. It's not a dream