Текст песни ОУ74 x Murovei x Сонши Алеф - Мясорубка

Tankograd sleeps under cover of night
From my room a bass head worker
Cap fill the handwriting in umat
I am returning the legend that the hopper is alive
He often breathes healthy herbs.
When choosing a side looks at the right
Color dreams harsh morals
Everyone is waiting for rap spring from the Urals
I am an academician of milk. Here is my contribution.
Hold the nickle if you brew and sculpt
Strongly tight back and swing
My subway is dirty with dirt
Street and weed culture
You can squint at the confession
Someone controls the load and someone hides the weight
Just some here with ksiva others without
Che for bullshit benchmarks extinguished at home
Afraid of walking in your area
Shouting about Babylon is not dumb
In the cabinet exactly all kinds of forms

Bubbles with thick smoke bursting towards the light
I slowly inhale these planets.
I have full lungs of air, 100% water,
And how do you breathe, so twitching nervously?
A cold wind blows off the Smolino shore
I changed the water in the Sherman somewhere in the entrance to the 3rd.
Poems and familiar air, water and coma,
Water does not allow to take off - I walk on the ground to the house
And I think ... How much it’s fanned,
The barrel of the tank looks up, I hold my posture.
The street is dark, cold, drops from the sky,
Buying wines, lanterns and the moon
Above are scorching ... One air for all,
He raised his head up, this city will not poison anything.