Текст песни Минуса - Крик души

Terrible atmosphere, from the windows of the scream
In pocket pack of Bond, and in hand cricket
Racakers in masks and black bike
Us to bring up late tear and throw out

On the move invented rhymes write without splifak
Explosion and shot of aka, aspirated prayers in the clouds
For the benefit of your family or place under the sun
Nowadays everyone will have to compete

What are you talking about you, a lot of words do not need
You will not believe, but someone in this world is looking for the truth
For someone years, uncle, purely so for fashion
Everyone lives only for himself, such is the law of nature

This is my cry of the soul on the sheet so that you are in the row
Imbued with all this shit, but not only
In order to understand, is it easy now to be young
I know it is necessary to think about study, but let go smoke

- And smoke flies into the clouds.

- I'm behind him on the smell of tobacco.

- again under the burden, do not hang.

- Under this bit fly, come on.