Текст песни ПОЙЗОН - ОГОНЬ ПО СВОИМ

CHORUS
all on the nature of the morning in the ground
PRA as Typhoon for the whole crowd
This is not a riot but the hum of bullets
According to your own, and someone else's feel of bitch

Coupling 1:
without getting out of studios
Write not at home
I will soon become a shadow
Placeful phantom
We appreciate fittings, on stage I seemed to be
Have you seen my liva? missed half of life know comments

so that you understand i'm born
Under the sign of the Arstanta
Music hostage
Abandoned as prisoner
Gestraders
The essence of the pill is pulse
Epic and let the wedge
It comes between the palette
We are guaranteed by ring

Ride on the Road)
when the world is cracking
All dumb movie
black and white ripples
What are the gaps
What is the problem of puppy
This is a pneumatic machine
The ship came out of the dock

Yes, know the ride
When chase on the track
You can skip the turn
and forget about your transfer
Latching the mouth of Defkila
End of the film - Dinner
no longer need to shoot
You were delivered to the carcass

CHORUS
all on the nature of the morning in the ground
PRA as Typhoon for the whole crowd
This is not a riot but the hum of bullets
According to your own, and someone else's feel of bitch

Couplet2:
I will release the clip full of fee
His calota did not reveal the Dolt Pussy, like
Skewed Split is waiting for his, hour, fire
Im Sou Clouz, game, Enemi Found, you look

I will carry out, I will pull out, I will pull out a clown
This is drowning like an experienced top boktok
here do not feed the law of the battlefield
The bullet of the fool is crazy flies and even in his

Middle and scary
With a sick psyche thirst
Cant's philosophy with experience, waving a checker
All guards of galaxies
Against the background of Russian Gerloands
and it is true
buy after us implintants

for this port, special expression
I will carry you as a Russian amerikosa in Torront
Kay OU Ti Di (Al Hey)
Who is he there? Defkill?
dangerous guy?
rold from my array

I read garbage but convincing
You read as if you are afraid of critics
I read to twist you fucking
I do not care about the prison policy politic

You are not one million
and in the millions of zero
So that it is necessary to plant it in the ground grain
Do not wait until something falls from the sky
This is a story about how poison
In the ground forehead your vobiet (Beng)

CHORUS
all on the nature of the morning in the ground
PRA as Typhoon for the whole crowd
This is not a riot but the hum of bullets
According to your own, and someone else's feel of bitch

caught far away
I caught me
Avalanche Balley
I did not see paradise
like a moth
Kostra died
I thought how to fly
But everywhere war