Текст песни Митя Северный - Из Тайника

In a black Mercedes, in the head compartment
In black as ebola, all on obscurantist,
Zikeri is cooler than Volond, the Lagavulin'a river,
Run under my skin, shark lake.
We're all going down the drain here, avoiding billing,
Top on your graves
Breakdance macabre, she's on cables
Inside like Dresden, inside me December
The last frame, a cover on the coffin,
Here are air sneakers, I am wearing it.
Playing with death - rap by Caravaggio
50 shades of five-story buildings,
Cities await us, cities burn us,
I was at enmity here, I encrypted the essence,
Stuffed with the charter of struggle
My way is up, and I'm alone there.