Текст песни ОД Белый Рэп - Монологи с Богами

Losing rest from the pursuit of money ,
They are monologues with the gods ...
And the soul , not breathing , with the castle
slowly turning into stone.
Someone will come off the floor
and the coveted play solos ...
And someone will eat this city
cold teeth fences ...

I'm not afraid of the sky and did not commit ,
I love goddesses - and they give me ,
I give you a rap , live and Veda ,
what I was doing , and I like to believe ...