Текст песни Баста - Только Память И Пепел

We broke off the wire, breaking the wings
So myself and did not forgive the impotence
And there is not no hope, no love, no faith
Only memory and ash ...
And he was my age, as I-80
Western residential, without Patsykiv
Greco-Roman, God does not hurt health
I delve into everything at a glance
Scoring at the school, who needs this knowledge
Senior shortstop thieves concepts
He was a strong breed, no fool
Yeah, he stirred up real gangsta shit
Burglaries, raids on the hut
Framed, racketeering and party breaks
At 19 he married, to the delight of her mother
She hoped
Well, now settle down man
Where there is crazy grandmother, plus beznokazonnost
Blatnaya romance, the highest caste
Sometimes nerves were frayed, like the rest
It is interesting to opium, it is
Especially this shit always been shaft
Well let's try, op in the accordion
Control, Chernyakov in central, wool
And the arrival of the red Marlboro
Hmmm ... what we need is really unreal
I still welded on the morning of nirvana
A month later, he was some sort of raspberry
Colet ephedrine, acting slow shirevom
Baffling the engine for ten people
Curtained windows, daylight infuriates
In short six months in a hard mode
Ebenyachit doznyak plus efidrinovaya Shiz
Che he did Kumar, Mama mia
Ready to go at all, it was only Th
Protorchala his, then I ran close
Following everybody unloaded on the scale
I've heard that he has decided to tie up, perekumaril
I saw him on Sadovaya, like all of order in
Bazaar, which is growth of the main train station
Scam set and sickened with Armenians
After an hour already met in umat
One baryzhey hut, Aunt Katie
Jammed under Pruha, about the grand plans
Plan a smoke and went in all directions
I've heard that he threw someone in the greater availability
And at some hut tsepanul HIV
I've heard that it planted two two eight
And in the area, he believed in God and cast
I met him in the hospital, he drove a little later
I had to let go, but he's a serious dose
Kumar dry, psychotherapy
At first the wing, and then a little vain
The steps of the road, hopes, plans,
Addicts, I see this karma
I'm sober is somewhere six months
Work at the studio at home Yurchik
He breakdown again Clinic
Again stall again Clinic
Again failure, but to hell with it
In St. Petersburg for ten, try again
Told me there would be better, I know
Understand I have HIV, it's not so easy
My mother and son almost adult
What unites us I do not understand
But I thought he was my brother, really
I have a serious movement Rostov-Moscow
Correct alignment, music
He is Peter Popper, I got a job
He called me a couple of times, like the voice of a cheerful
I've got everything in of order, bro
I am happy muddied cupid with a Madame
Then he was gone, did not call me a couple of months
Heard rumors that he again play tricks
Call. Trembling voice of his mother
And quietly as: & quot; Dima did not become & quot;
He drove into a madhouse at the 17th kilometer
I thought I'd have had it under medication
I met at the Department of the two junkies with district
Popizdili, they smoked and fouled black
Forty-three checks over Barbitura
One was sick, and two fell asleep
In the morning the department was unreal kipish
Two of the dead and the third barely breathing
After an hour and it braked heart
Funeral wakes and the text
We broke off the wire, breaking the wings
So myself and did not forgive the impotence
And there is not no hope, no love, no faith
Only memory and ash ...