Текст песни Артем 56 - Астрал

Whoa, I've been waiting for this moment for a long time
To create what trichanet the depth of the courtyards
and If you are ready to cut to the end
welcome to the pack of tiger bears and wolves
the second powerful package from the Kama shores
your hasla gangsta flow will give odds to my head
rushes to all portals to Russian cities because this is the most underground hardcore
the street blows my tower off my shoulders
I scribble at nights next to strong tea a cup of new Beatles through the wheezing of the bronchi and coughing then it blows up some trinashki four nines dozens of padiki huts sports halls for those who are sane from Siberia to the Urals
to evil rotten enemies to the joy of the right vandals in your cauldron 56 blows

I close my eyes in my head calmly
I dive into the astral, the snow will cover with a shroud
mountains, forests, confusion of concrete relefoids and fresh blood splashes on the edge of silver

Indigo people in respirators climb the rough walls of moon craters
and while you roll cotton wool
I grabbed the edges with my fingers to burn all the sound cards
the beat breaks the walls of the catacombs, which means that the bartender will remember us forever
and this means that the guy says "yo your yoapyvtoavy, let's do it again" and I do it again
beasts are afraid of their blood
then our boys will spill it by the sea
cormorants on the snout for their territory
as well as a connecting rod to jackals for their share
yeah, our position is
long ago settled as to the bottom of the kama
granite on stone
the center of the border of the outskirts of all areas behind us
because people know what we tear our teeth for

I close my eyes in my head calmly
I dive into the astral, the snow will cover with a shroud
mountains, forests, confusion of concrete re-loops and fresh blood splashes on the edge of silver

I close my eyes in my head calmly
I dive into the astral, the snow will cover with a shroud
mountains, forests, confusion of concrete re-loops and fresh blood splashes on the edge of silver