Текст песни TALIBAN - Сеть

We spend in the evening while sitting in VKontakte
I hear the filming of the dude well how are those?
Hey listen to music
Hey do not change the language
And so every day, spend behind Camp
Don't go anywhere
And let this rap not so fast
But flies a paraplanger drums drum like a cannon shot
Is this the dude from the scene? it is he but how and where are we?
This is the question of the cowor not asked the forecast.
I need your coordinates
Hey Madmoiselle, maybe it's time to you?
What kind of dude are not sliding
Give the keys to the car
Damn Chourhouse
Why did we go to the club at all?
Dude is Versailles not so much here
Scratch terrorist attacks, whatever you damn
So that you dreamed of your death!
And cities, what are like?
Vanillas, etc. Needles under the skin
And who walked along the alley in the rain?
And who met morning dawn?
And from the reproach goes on the skin shivering
And nothing more beautiful in the world

But nor looking at all this this night will be loud
But if you hear the plots it will be with the thought here is thin
People do not see the point here but it is too zeal
Life is not pain, nichrome is shameful!