Текст песни Тушите Свет. - Третий мор

Let there be blood or accept as a fact by Pass
in battles to the death, I tempered with me always a swarm of darkness.
Closed mouths on potential counterparts,
I pru without a drop of regret if the truck.
I see where you are unlikely when thou shalt
Each second shouts of style actually pours shit in your ears
I was too stuffy here, but I'm a mountain of work
which was and is the one that will reproduce hop,
through the ages - filling the vessel with music and thoughts clean shot,
my flow as arsenic rats.
Your groan for me as a holiday, because I am not righteous,
You will spend the dark streets like a hell of a conductor
arrange the genocide is conventionally called third plague
You will not pass as a pedestrian at a red traffic light,
and if the black crows brought bad news
you do not have to push me to the bottom because I'm so over the precipice.

chorus

Ayyyy The battle for the throne again to all promises,
Here, some show-off, although all zeros.
And every day I dream of ... OH,
The battle, strife - this is it third MPAs.