Текст песни Миша Маваши - Образ

In my eyes there are snowy steppes distant
And here your traces will bring to the house instantly
Brutal winds endure soil from under the feet
And even with the knocked fingers, I will come down the trigger

And you throw a stone into my back and run at the flock
Not morally nor health-so she's your reward
Get and wring, and now I went from here!
Illiterate, semi-bodied, killed bastard!

I'm a sports, we are all pierced to the brain of bones
Do not read books, we do not see the news
We throw Zigu near the pear, the horizontal bastards, even stepped!
What a heresy, I am dealt with this!

Remember your ancestors, the sun shines behind the horizon
Gold in the soul wondered, spread, turned into bronze!
Lightweight oils air, the depth of heaven sparkles
The motives are not needed for the serial killer.

Rotten fur in the inside shiny
Row everything for yourself-there is the credo of the present!
The power of the fists and the fins remove interference
There is nothing more proud, such successes

Fists break, sharp blades bent
The eyes have long been dead, but still laugh
Easily begins in the arc life any back
A healthy image represents a different picture!