Текст песни кактакто - Свеж и молод

Ural orphanage battle
Ural hip-hop battle 2
young and fresh
2015 Novosibirsk
cold and swag

still young but less and less fresh
light dawns from my eyes
breaking out of the bamboo cells of the routine
there is a grinding, crackling
lectures from dry bundles,
from a wrinkled mouth - a fetid "must"
incense
we don't need anything like that.

the wind in the mug, the salt of the sneakers
and you need exactly that much gold
so as not to verse into a frenzy in the chest

eat snow with eyes,
digging in yourself with envy,
white fingers not from chalk,
and where is calcium now?
no, I'm not addicted.

youth is a scratched display
at maximum brightness.
For warm nights, lay down on the bones
whistle flask - style
spices stuffed into a strange device

everything right now,
my people are my temple
my people are three times hurray in one second
all around in quick motion, as if it looks like a retro screen

minute hand with a speck
fucks for the rest of his youth,
result, brother, what have you achieved?
do not give the drive a reason to subside.

youth is to fight on the Internet with stupid assholes
with shitty texts, a la a woman asleep freestyle.
From this cut coupons of mental profit
in any quantity, even crumbs there.