Текст песни ОУ74 - Из недр бетонных плит

pastor:
during three nights, word lined handwriting
leaving the cipher host lines
all in rhyme, more clearly
recitative sticky as staph boarded in splif
from the bowels of the concrete slab with a scratch rope pulls the dead lift
and I live while the city sleeps, this delirium only difference bits
I was wildly exhilarating fifth cup of tea out of the land is mountainous regions of China
and you see what I was isolated from the bustle of the courts when there is
familiar creaking doors cotton
Type in the tracks got involved in this cruel world
just arrived dvizhat people
he had a choice someone broke
in this city rarely burn lights when necessary
and do not shout will not appear next to acab'a
on the southern outskirts Tankograd their right to take

plkmnt:
no time to think about tomorrow, looking through the eyes of refueling
my Babila soon wake up and go to breakfast
tailwind, the Republic of Lithuania on the CTZ through the center
boys met, white VAZ arrived on the third
and have something to do while napping bigbro
while micro acid but it soon strelnet through plates
under this bit dead lift will stretch as the days stretch

manky monk:
consciousness extended way beyond the window the noise of cars
I'm alive, but in this city another life
mess in the room is not a reflection of the soul
I'm not in it and where Tankograd rap alive
This city breathes Butor
Associated smoke enveloped good if the square
you can go for the stage, but their way confused
Original sound is looking for? I'll help you
until the cops take power into his hands, beat their fists in the chest
I'm here and not to fall keep balance
skipping past the eyes hypocrisy and gestures fucking beast
mary jane honestly without you fucking us
I can see how closely you bags
I can see how the country poisons Commerce
golovnyak to the whole world - and dick with it
write songs from the heart to the sun
Choice bachelor boiling on the fire and becomes more interesting
on repit bit more cheerful, style does not get old

LP:
the unit does not siphon and I understood everything
locked wires, introduced the necessary passwords
0 1 1 0 0 1 no more, so that's dystopia with the smell gonevo
I'm writing a story and I know it's worth it
on the table is a piece of glass is empty courtyard
square in the fog, the body draped
my rates are for someone too maloholnye
Everyday laid up in the bucket sinks poltorik
with the gods popolame with features not share
a mixture of northern and southern foundations techniques
but in the end this is such a AUDIONARKOTIK

from the bowels of the concrete slab with a scratch rope pulls the dead lift
and I live while the city sleeps, this delirium only difference bits
from the bowels of the concrete slab with a scratch rope pulls the dead lift
and I live while the city sleeps, this delirium only difference bits