Текст песни Максим Винтер - первый на шестом

I remember "rap to the coffin" - other nonsense
scene clips money will fix me
Three and a half people, before night
In the song invested parts of himself, now there is nothing.

I probably didn't write anything
in the kitchen near the froze cat, sheet minus
thoughts on the leaf would be to paint, as for the tangent
Muza did not leave forever - I must

Last rap is not an indicator, a race for chimera
Did you disappear from your playlists? Touch wood
But where are my manners? Why are these examples to you
And all those songs wrote? Will be lost

on the conveyor my creativity is unlikely to succeed
But I know, it's somewhere here, with me still
less references and quotes, no baroral
Do not pump your hands on ringtones of cellular

I'll buy Mike for a hundred rubles. Adob Edishn
Patzan, on Battle that I forgot? Home go.
The busy world of Inta-Zam - cheerful and cruel.
Give everyone. Max Winter. The first on the sixth.