Текст песни SL.Gurin - gold batter

let .. i can't see through the walls
and to hell with the problem, we draw parallels
go out of the shadows after passing the path do not stem
we have time to rise breathing barely barely
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I know HERE who will go next
life is a game and I put everything on zero
and against the rules like tyson strike
licking wounds I move like a stubborn type

and it's really hard to fill all the lines with meaning
ranking all the chances and risks
i'm not trendy not with whiskey baltic character
explosive like all sparks for rudeness sorry

I don’t look like anyone, but still
who are you to decide who should live
let's suppose we decompose life into pieces
because not everyone will leave a mark in the past

I'm like a white crow among the opponents
they believe in tomorrow but for him there is none
why bend the truth better like rain suddenly
get a trump card from the sleeves

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let me not see through the walls
and to hell with the problem I'm often on my nerves
no matter who is the first to rise from the bowels
not kneeling in the battle of the last
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