Текст песни Баста - Под куполом 2011

under the yoke of a lead dome
in the center of a colorless urban
dear which is chosen
where we meet the last dawn
under the yoke of a lead dome
on the streets of urban
to the song that we invented
where we meet the last dawn

I advise many to braz it is time to tie
they say in life is important maza and material base
you have taken on credit a broken black Mazda more than once
and these airports, train stations and tracks
but everyone knows if the basta is on stage
one hundred percent calculation for those who appreciate
and even if the sound goes out decibels will burn
I'd rather break the ligaments than brake the concert
do not care where on the outskirts or in the center
in a small club or on a serious stage
in front of a hundred people or in front of two thousand
exclusively in quality regardless of quantity
I have pancakes with the right rap
I have a lot of obscure words in my speech
mixing, mastering, stereo compression
mom says your peers are long family
here is an incurable workaholic fanatic
if the day did not at least break the cue ball in the evening
the one who knows me will no doubt say
he, that is, I, with this, that is, with rap, will never declare

under the yoke of a lead dome
in the center of a colorless urban
dear which is chosen
where we meet the last dawn
under the yoke of a lead dome
on the streets of urban
to the song that we invented
where we meet the last dawn

...pout
pimps with glamorous powdered fools
Colombia gives you cool stupidity
Hare bend your fingers sweetie meet on the street
they say they need to tie me
I kill eyes in a big plasma playstation
hanging for months in the studio on gas
she calls me say let's tie home
there are many temptations in life
the opportunity to be treated with power, become spineless scum
sing on holidays sour hodgepodge
and land for ranks, titles and ranks
they tell me brother to tie
need to earn, save, invest
you need to be more tolerant, learn how to smooth corners
if suddenly I become so, I will be forced to leave
this one got tied up with rap twice
it didn’t work out, mom believes that she will tie one day
I'm twenty nine and remains important to me
be the first, and really the first non-possessed
stir up with text types in collaborative songs
regardless of strength and tin to stay together
all i have to stake
you know, I’m unlikely to tie it all up
 

under the yoke of a lead dome
in the center of a colorless urban
dear which is chosen
where we meet the last dawn
under the yoke of a lead dome
on the streets of urban
to the song that we invented
where we meet the last dawn