Текст песни Тонкий Ходъ - Ветер С Востока

Cities gray mist, pipe mills and soot
To stick there for dharma - I do not particularly hunting
Opinion raised - like a pile of paper in my quota
With blood and sweat - out, demanding more freedom
Slowly maddening windows in the houses of the high-rise
Time - sand. Weightlessness. In vain elbow smash
Ander Kumar notes ... ... all concrete burrows,
We press pressure, as gunpowder - ebnem hardcore selective!
Stereo - my gang, mafia twenty-sixth,
Back in his native land, the brothers and the magic word
Is not it time to get together in the general perimeter of the walls?
Saturday evening concert ... ... where the stage KIP.FEM !!
And my truth here it is - all in an oblique crowded
Architecture bit deficit Fair,
This palette is visible only to individuals ...
Among the streets of bends that are braided so cleverly ...

Cities gray mist ...
Pipes of factories and smoke ...
Boiling hip - hop ... Thin Stroke ... Wind from the east ...
As opinion pile of paper

Cities gray mist ...
Pipes of factories and smoke ...
Boiling hip - hop ... Thin Hod ... Wind from the east ...
As the pile of paper in the opinion ............ How ...
... Windows in empty houses ...