Текст песни ЮжныйВолк - Вакуум

my dreams are empty, in quarantine closed
surrounded by barbed wire my rhymes
and my soul bud that would flammable powder
Well, I myself unmoved

dark region Nikolaev City
many rappers have been here from their native behold
principle he see it as a curse
saylet Hill, but can not believe I survived

my actions to the most thought out melachey
as they say, seven times measure a tear
even an atheist but is inclined closer to Satan
my behavior does not look like inadequate

night on the flight, I like budtoby lay down on the bottom
I do not hear about, and no one will call
all the forgotten anyone unwanted kid
and the music was only on the walls of four