Текст песни boulevard depo - Близнец

[Intro: Boulevard Depo]
I'm in syrup, your mother!

[VERSE 1: BOULEVARD DEPO]
On a hundred any arguments for, there is an argument - the killer of the foundation
And instills doubts being there
Where is a strong foundation from facts and words
Take off from dreams
Smile shines, Bo, and Depo`s - a question on the edge
And how everything in the amount perceive is a task for those who tried evil
Good flared, schemes in real
Will achieve success in the bombing fire
I distinguish, who is a responsible guy, and in the forces at night, nor in the morning, nor day
And he is separated from himself not in the right
But in the power to fix
(Show who the boss here)
The assembly point is knocked down, managing
Spent time drove to skid
And on a hundred any arguments for, there is a doctor - the killer of disorders
Tips Twin advertises where the essence of the proposals depends on the properties
Depends on dreams, smile shines - Edgar style
Metal under rib
But whoever does nothing changes here
Good or evil and whom lucky
Take off from dreams
Smile shines, Bo, and Depo`s - a question under the edge
And since everything in the amount perceive is a task for those who proged evil
What side do you feel on yourself? - All the task in this, everything is all the same