Текст песни 174 - Чем дальше в лес

The further into this forest, the thicker these wolves,
The more false, the straighter the visor of the baseball cap
For rhyming, you took out your Glist dictionary,
You can rasta, your aikyu will never reach a hundred

The further into the forest of my soul, I sink deeper
Although what kind of forest there is, a swamp ... a lifeless puddle ...
The more pain, ...
Lacerated wounds in my soul, though devoid of blood ... I take out the steward ...

Stall, some water, the smile of the older girl.
Sip, I'm hot - I continue on my way.
I'm not a drunk, not a drug that turns veins into pipes
My illness gives you a chance to look at a half-corpse.

I keep on wandering in a trance state
While the hop idiot jumps without a tambourine in a silly dance ...
Carrying no less stupidity, about the necessary freedom,
Hip-hop messiah from Russia brings shit down with a new one.