Текст песни Проект Увечье - Хартланд

My personal Hartland, there, on the outskirts, in huts
Where not yet Chinatown and rare Asians
Where else is a dozen Negroes is not enough for the ghetto
Users purely hetero shavё only as stencils

Do not sit on one gloomy, popribili fifth
Houses - drywall, windbreaker - grated cotton
And if the story will be decided on a second round of
Better to be where you are somebody, and not where one

Bask in the pocket knives youth ballast
To find out the acidity of "Jaguar" is not necessary litmus
Past the masses ruled by the formation of institutionalized filth
And from rags to riches consider - once he arrived at Mazda

SE and RO of the players out there today and Che in the playoff?
If the pros, then sebёsh to Moscow to raise their profile
And then nehuy do this wilderness, to spit on Ward
After all, today you're on Perry, and tomorrow on the pen

Someone on the aorta blade pressed
Someone dreams of revolutions worldwide conflagration
I read Heidegger, but do not like the genre
Those who have fallen victim to pohuizma I did not pity

I like the one weary land surveyor sneaks into your castle
Personal Hartland temporarily quieted down, falling asleep until tomorrow
The blue eyes under the cap in a cage with a bloody passion
Accompanied Gukov that dared in his bazaar

Among stinks dorm someone stirs obshchak
Palyatsya lovers of running on rough schscham
All fans beeping garbage I'd weighed bream
Wait, open schA