Текст песни Тёма ReZzo - Выбор сделан

I unfold the gate passing through the city
I grow a beard face frowns
my spirit proud brisk solid flat
eyes red from the rush of blood
who was there with his drilling with explicit predvoy
drip into the pit which you would not have been stubborn
there is clearly need to heal but the choice is yours
children smoking or non-smoking, you take your pick
I watched for pasami transmitting tube
to record a verse quickly poured into the cabin
already test flight made my choice piecework
and these walls will not find me another replacement
seyat contract remain all who Lays
is not so important who believe and who just mereet
at least a small world Nemer sure faith
that in parallel to the world prematurely open doors
from distrust to trust coming years
wondering what is hidden under the long-Provadia
the turns of the boundaries of revolutions go
overturned the city have their own worries
how to make money without working at all question
those who grew up on a ship money those who have not grown up
catch of being a stoned amerikosov
how to do the talking comes gushing blood from the nose
initially with a cigarette in gray Adidas CROS
when in the pose of the letter "g" ready to carry the sofa
I respect those who welcome the excitement
then quickly overtaking is alive in the brake
when aces when 11 black wrapper
leg swung a fist or larger on the mouth acid
-inzhalom never used by it and the use of
all the risks in the lotus position izsёklasya
issёk moose and how the whole picture dlilassya
not all swept not one can not get off demolishing pleasure
you can not surprise a friend
Well, that's my whole story is now forever I
in this system a dense and for good reason believe that here
you can not go out and that ozyapnet all an illusion on my records

I continue on the bones of soup in the news in detail
both suits are not from the sheet itself does not become a serious flattering
for pedistala I did not put the old rate of one hundred and one hundred
and not casual that emptiness where the soul is empty without music
move that makes your language
these pieces of bass minus crushed whiskey
and forced to move my head head

I like to lay to dwell in your player
addicted to you just imagine podstelil
not clay but minus prostelil
art created selection of your head shot