Текст песни Мертвые Художники - Не рэп

I feel bit
It hurts he burns
He takes my peace
I'm not rap, I'm alive
And I was hard lucky
Become ordinary
Among unusual
And feel the world
Differently
And become unfamiliar
Familiar
And the voyage to smash
Underlever from worse
Away from false
So that it was not before
So that the artist is on
Sell ​​more expensive
So that also wanted
In the bed model
So that the apartment is also
Paul world autograph
In which
My sentence
Contract word
Instead of the name Vova.

So that also wanted
In the bed model
So that the apartment is also
Paul world autograph

Dick them all
I try these walls
I'll go through the formats

Victory parade.
Victory parade.
Victory parade.