Текст песни 2517 feat. Саграда - Внутри разбитой головы

Sagrada (Salt of the Earth):

From life no fair play, all for mayhem
The body had a knife or firearms
And nobody cares about the things for which he died
Cross at the grave and in the paper bale

He understood something for a second before his death,
Spreading eternity flight towards the light
Hearing someone else's speech is already on the verge of perception
Seeing how lucky his cowardly friend

I heard in hell Judas in the lap of the evil one
Stroked his head, his heavy hand
And if animals jumped in the autumn park
And we all went. It's probably best to go with all

It is better to go to the police with all shields,
But the long nights in the camps I will dream
Those guys with the sectors and of the teams
Ave, Caesar, morituri te salutant!

(Chorus 2x)
Strong promised to cities and pastures
Money and women Camera da cemetery

Pale (25/17):

My Moscow - the capital of your country
Go dvizhuha - I look the part
Two compass, three riders and five wreaths
Who will catch up even check fortress fists.

Cocktail, testosterone, adrenaline plus ketanol
Pyrom a penalty for Bosko, that's the goal.
................, Bouguereau Celts on the skin
Who does not ochuhaetsya itself, take away the cops

And then have long since forgotten, mom
Skull and bones - it's Adam's head
You feel hatred? It is possible to smear on bread
In the capital's main course diet from an early age

And it's more Moscow, brother - Moskvabad
If strained, it is hidden in trauma for Buckles
Who is to blame: the one who shave or beard?
Alas, the answer is not found inside the broken head

(Chorus 2x)
Strong promised to cities and pastures
Money and women Camera da cemetery