Текст песни Эсчевский - Без запаха

I was thinking and so clocked up on the little things,
For all that I have never been ashamed.
There is nothing in me to look for flaws, punctures? Another reason
Leave only one cartridge, I told them you shot in the head
As I stuffed the floor liter bodyagi smoke
And you were so while I covered, instantly
Here or there - it's a difficult metal
I piled so that I flew as if
All these songs bottomless soul
Therefore, though probably often difficult to breathe
In veins the blood hundred percent purebred poison
The voice hoarse spins tracks in Winamp
And the time is not enough, but we do not like to think so
Circling fox in white dress - it's my poverty
And I will give you a rap pipes rough
It is our union, but without the smell of corpse