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В стеклянной красоте бетонной мощью Вавилона
Я предпочёл, Предпочёл выжженную яму.
Родная Челяба
(Лим в пределах прайда,)
Но мы взрываем здесь так,
Как не взрывал Талибан и алькальда.
Так изо дня в день до финиша х8
Ангелы, демоны сели на плечи
Чистое стремление, бог безупречен
28 холодное лето
Лезвие, бритва меж тьмой и светом.
Месяц,
холодный свет под ноги.
Ночь нас не вместит,
Утро проглотит .
Новый-новый день-день деньги, наркотики
Сломанные ступеньки умения.
(Пусть словно тиат(?!)
Деньги серого в городе,)
Где нет повода жить
На небо оденутся этажи.
Вон глянь,
Копы гоняют как ветер.
Разная речь, облик, грязная брань
В увековеченных судьбах обман
О где эта вера рождённая светом
In the glass beauty of the concrete power of Babylon
I preferred, I preferred a scorched hole.
Native Chelyabinsk
(Lim within Pride,)
But we blow up here so,
How did not the Taliban and the mayor blow up.
So every day to finish x8
Angels, demons sat on their shoulders
Pure striving, God is perfect
28 cold summers
The blade, the razor between darkness and light.
Month,
cold light under the feet.
The night will not hold us,
Morning swallow.
New-new day-day money, drugs
Broken steps of skill.
(Let it be like tiat (?!)
Money gray in the city,)
Where there is no reason to live
The sky will be dressed floors.
Look, look,
Cops drive like the wind.
Different speech, appearance, dirty abuse
In perpetuated destinies, deceit
Where is this faith born of light
I preferred, I preferred a scorched hole.
Native Chelyabinsk
(Lim within Pride,)
But we blow up here so,
How did not the Taliban and the mayor blow up.
So every day to finish x8
Angels, demons sat on their shoulders
Pure striving, God is perfect
28 cold summers
The blade, the razor between darkness and light.
Month,
cold light under the feet.
The night will not hold us,
Morning swallow.
New-new day-day money, drugs
Broken steps of skill.
(Let it be like tiat (?!)
Money gray in the city,)
Where there is no reason to live
The sky will be dressed floors.
Look, look,
Cops drive like the wind.
Different speech, appearance, dirty abuse
In perpetuated destinies, deceit
Where is this faith born of light