Текст песни Тимоха - 4. Созидание

These dirty streets, bruises lezhashie in basements
Not lesz you where you do not ask
Otherwise, in the tanks quickly otlovandosyat

Standing in alleys ask for money dirty bomshi,
Or maybe just the system miscarriages

Sitting in the bus look at ordinary people
They can not even think about what dogadyvatsya this swarthy Jew
Sometimes they come to mind very thought Stan
But no one does not know where they got out of his mother

Every day, any zapreshёnnaya dvizhuha
For her, even one you can safely ear otgryst

I looked at the city with a high
I could not even think about how much more it

This system, which has long embraced a completely all
And it works without the common interference

But I will attend in thought and began sozedanie
Which did not expect from me not a stupid

In Nova Bosko boils
And I thought again udetayut bit

These disfigure their faces to death surround me over the years, more and more
How can they not understand that they have no place in my hallway

What in today's society people are evil bitch
God will judge them, we do not judge them

Some would say that I am endlessly toratoryu
then I'll send you a bitch bustro his murderous messenger

Your facts are far obasnovanny
So fast you bitch nassysh pants

That's the end
 
Reaper is opened, thought sozedayutsya