Текст песни Митино prod. - Тонкий лед.

A piece dropped to the floor, flew crows
Among them is one I'm really hungry
Completely naked in a strange city
And fuck, I dressed for the weather
Heat pzdts, open the window freaks
My stop, well, finally the Earth
On the horizon, behind the left unexplored trails
Do not listen to me, or in a company will be blood clots
People-corpses, zombie-cops, the world of dead animals
It survives very dead, very dead and
I certainly do not Zohan, but also jokes with me bad
At the time no one has filed a hand, and I was left to rot under the ground
I got out, and decided to find all those who have not submitted the most hands
I am a walking corpse, among the crowd of dull creatures and bitches
Do you hear that sound?) That's my stomach breed flies
On freedom beg bitch