Текст песни Большой Друг - Прах и суета

Lyricist: Big Friend
Composer: Snap
Performed by: Great Friend
Year writing: 2004
Genre: Hip Hop

I nailed through the dusty window glass
It penetrates the morning and the darkness recedes
1000 people daily are leaving
only to create and troubleshoot their problems
Slush cities causes a change of places
Someone leaves cursing on his shoulders a heavy krest-
gesture crosses chito veins
Someone being free feels like a prisoner
Dirty water sneba falls on the person chito
kills feelings makes podchinitsa rules of the game
engraved on the black concrete Satan - he always sits on the throne
Dates fly accelerate momentum
Notes burial vaults filled with songs of holy temples and homes
Cover of the centuries-old ground smooth out any unevenness of fate
not one minute goes by without prayers - on land continents
a single minute without birth baby
coward villain King of Fighters
new hearts in the world's light fires and wars joy and darkness update ashes
maternal laughter - maternal fear memorable for all
Old wine and glory again buys herd
Reptiles are pleased nasladitsa fresh young flesh
Someone yuh teavysasto - earns a hundred
Somewhere a lone shot breaks the meaning of
And I left the dirt of which have never depended

Chorus
In the four corners of an unknown to me vanity and ashes
Void oblivion hidden in the eyes
I am calm and far from the winners-losers
Above me circling the fallen souls of the innocent
When water flows down from the roof on the rusty pipes, veins
I remember about a year - I am grateful to the walls
For a chance to be yourself without frames movies
I'm so sometimes you need to remember your name

Today, I broke away from the hustle fates
Funerals and weddings, march sounds ruin
And once again give rise to someone's face
Obezbalivaya wounds I thirst not fight - fight
By the evil world with words of rage
I take off the mask of hatred - a heavy burden of fatigue
My confidence grows in the following days
Steering wheel of fate in my hands and my heart beats youth
I suppress fear
I lay on the shoulders of the share held lifeline
sprinkling alcohol zhelezodorozhnye routine way in which God
leave your tears and give wings to those who do not like prose
My old souvenir - a hookah, disliked thoughtless words
It heals emotional wounds from the lazy and reasonable
And those who leisurely climb on slippery vertical
Today I am free again from the fire and steel
And there are no other priorities I have now
Except twist compacts in which bits and bass
I appreciate the compact on which the beat and bass
No other priorities I have now.