Текст песни Тема - Мотай на ус

how many stories and a variety of subjects
Events peredomnoy Mata as the movies
and either all gone, and I'm under than
but I do not understand that here, and why

Close the window then give breath blows cold
Motel into their heads that used to stay here very little chance
we fly to heaven, or so it seems
trying to link the words but the words do not tally

Motel on a mustache coward streets smell, taste rap
we induct you, we sixes trump ace
bit words and the truth has always been held in high esteem
brother, let's start, and you will swing this shit

preparing the soil, warming kilohertz
Belarus Russian underground rap from the heart
we are not local but spelled out in the subway
Muse and keeps me in a cage as a guinea