Текст песни минус - минусовка для рэпа - лирика

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All topics are beaten,
All phrases are slaughtered,
Talents - buried,
All people are under masks.

Who is a genius - do not need
Who is an abomination - in demand,
Who is honest - that in a puddle,
Who is smart - shot.

I'm scared - to horror,
But boring - to be gray,
Perhaps I need
But there is no confidence.

And not apathy and not dipresses and fatigue and just infuriates everything.

Lampachka on the ceiling here is our new sun ......

This winter is amazingly little snow, everywhere rain and slush, longing and darkness. Windows Empty will be scanned like the troubles of this city - in their glass skils. The walls are especially cheeses and silent, it seems every crack in them - it hurts, and in your breast something with wild strength rushes to pieces, ourselves and cracks. Maybe better to get out of fresh air, if you have such, maybe this city swallows tears? Strange, shot, inanimate. If there is someone looking from the big sky, let at least sins will go a little. This winter is amazingly little snow and amazingly pulls home ...

I instructed points.
squeezed himself in a fist.
Goes not very much.
More precisely at all

Sometimes it is so difficult to keep yourself in my hands
Sometimes it is so difficult to live in gray colors
Call on Ponta just take leave
But I do not like this I get out of the network.

Yes, days will be cursed when friends leave when there is no way back and change nothing can not be changed.