Текст песни Путан Клан - SINGULARIS

we are so singular in a formulaic world
while the column of youths is being sent to the garrisons
il under the scoreboard stadiums scream in unison
we should dye our hair,
yes fit a nose ring
and the decision is reasonable
do not live according to the canons of rats and mice
sculpt verses with important students
Yes, bite lice from dreadlocks

hibernation of an ethnic group will not touch us
they are old roots, we are juicy crowns
distort the hype clowns
and they will distort on the mandrel
and will be more honest in their chiffon skin
than we are in anorak, but under the hood,
full of contempt for the meager peoples,
(what a fucking fucker who squeals wrong)
it's difficult to stir up rap in the field of rap for a long time
here is not the eighth year, rap reached the heights
so fuck it is not Valentine's Day

with naphthyzine dishi
with fumes Breathe with Kolovrat Breathe
with amalgam Breathe with restructuring Breathe
Until blood flows into the lungs
with autotune Breathe with lupercal Breathe
with the confused Dyshi clan
Until your speaker started tickling

Let the entropy parse us further by notes
We corrode ourselves to emptiness with acidic juices
Not woven conscientiously, and posters are not trampled
Fuckers, we only have enough icons and the evil of origins

From time immemorial we thought how to get out of the currents
short neurons, because they are still useless
Skull decoration, just a baseball cap
yes, a prefix to the body in order to supply tinctures

For us microphone stands, you would have camps and feed
Po teve under the coffin lid and two wings for a tampon
Hut overlooking the subway, give us whiskey-cola
Give it a beat and give space to its fullest

Fill your throat with resins. Throw thoughts aside
We are young and damned, we are few, but we are stoic
There is strength to spit into packs of dogs with varietal stories
let me take a breath and we'll sweep it all away with fucking storm