Текст песни Dead Hunter - Мой Район

Under the Phantoms of the Gray Boxes Quarter
This ryan from the 90s Kabkan
Abandoned smoke filled entrances
Best get out of here guy before you make a leg

New homes are part of the city where fucked
Remember cordinati if you are here
I draw patterns on the skin with a pen without ink
How Chikatilo is tearing my graves for you

Evil outskirts filled with this dope
Do not come here, otherwise you will be omitted quickly
This Armagenon cannot be described in words
Haven't yet seen hell, so come on, find out

Empty Souls of the people you see every day
And quietly hate, hoping that you will finish soon
Remembering stories, spitting out in tex
This grayness, this boredom you will remember forever

Chorus

My Rayon, Narikov Settlement, in local brothels
My Rayon, Every second sold out and does not believe in himself
Trying to tune the strings of her broken destinies
Not noticing that they themselves will destroy ..

On the white road rolled, forgetting what was
Then in the evening I still drove into the city of smoke
And everything seems to have caught up with the little white by the standard
But this time the soul could not stand the interlocutor

And these gatherings take place here again and again
And every time I hear the words are painfully familiar
Like this will not happen, I swear by the will of fate
Got a second chance, devils get out in people

But everything is in vain for a campaign, After all, here they do not value freedom
Walking down a street that lacks oxygen
And then they’ll rub about life, about the fact that if two
Taking advantage of you, they’ll throw it out as if garbage ..

There is no light on the streets, and you won’t get out of here
Here the script is not finished, the end is nearing
All exits are blocked, so you are late
By the will of fate this quarter remained