Текст песни Основание Предъявы, Сергей Револьвер, МотыльОК - Блатные Небеса

Sergey Revolver:

I want to tell you:
Well, she-devil.
You have to show me:
Where you mentovka.

I used to mentovochke,
For reshetochki sit.
And bawl my Adam's apple,
This song rub.

Here in mentovochke heat
And then the food sometimes,
In my light chamber,
All anti - nonsense.

MotylOK:

The man with the soul of the Siberian,
Why are you sick and tired?
Why heart jet stream
fraer rest did not give?

Life sloping mine, shiftless.
Like the mountains spread a fog.
And forget about the fact that I hold dear,
I knocked over a hundred grams.

The base present:

Listen, simpleton,
What transkhair?
A shot rang out,
My favorite sweater faded.
The wolf howled.
Bratanchik table covered.
At the heart cold,
Is this an interrogation?

On my own I want to say:
Do not break our lock.
So we'll write,
While not rewind time.