Текст песни TrollPick - Что-то великое, что-то Браум

no normal skills
He feeds all in a row
he confidently pulls to the bottom of his loyal posse
let the lost skill somewhere below zero
all attempts to turn against you
with him so little hope
among other champ
It is not reliable as a tank, and is not compatible to the Saporta
he goes straight
the souls of hundreds of newbies
straight from heaven all came down to earth in his abode

if one could take
turn back time
this would be the way we
say it all Riot
on the boat is not necessary
two or three times, that's what you merged
This kid braum
lyuteyshee govnische

and all thoughts about
Persian left full by shit
Only bold and another word you will not tell about it
oh, so sweet dream
of trash, Saporta
but do not understand that I stand for tries in a futile shield
not obedient man
his hand tremble
Ulta and stabbed it in the nearest creep
so high his shield
like Mount Everest
Only there is no sense in it when Feil batch

with him so little hope, and loss of creep
who no matter how he knows what's what in the enemy Tavers kilah
he goes straight, holding the shield forward
to Laitha but we know whose team prosret