Текст песни А. Местный - Под планом

Red eye infection here
clouds replaced slezotachivym gas
Put on a mask and clear the mind
acrid smoke flies straight to the moon phase
not to save the dog from the deep swamp
float in front of us from the black culled Smoke
I do not hunt to sit and listen to the TV
look at this policy pohuizma
afarizm is flirting with the word idea
with whom I was in my childhood very cocks
and I was again hurt Policy
for whom that is a paradise for someone criticism
where the cries of a bitch beaten to death
where the streets are not our children can play
Again the theme again in the network
He clocked cap and fanned our thoughts in a track

You rushing to catch my thoughts feeding
You want to play with me catch the ball
Bracho raise a fist as we do not cry
zatorchim in the cellars where they find what Hiding
but why take the one who is not to blame
I will wear armor and be a knight with a sword
Well, that tell me what Bracho
Vit you can read a tad cho
But I do not and howl like a wolf at night
I dreamed that I would go to doctors
I do not belong to the rich and not be king
but for what I am satisfied that the state kradёm