Текст песни A.P. x Молодой поэт - Усталые взгляды

As if a book whose stories is naïve
As if you print line and erase all at once
You do not believe no single idea - head Maraza
Not a healthy role in the brain
In every society, my idea - collapse

And I do not know who I am - a genius or so
Once a whiner or a marriage
I go to the barracks - my people give me a sign
Give me a hard Krakow, me black anaraku
Yes, I vpevayut sunrises
The new battle platoons come
Blood burns on the waves
Smoldering cigarette ashes

Sky go down
I heard a strange squealing
I went to this sound
Well, whose is the handiwork
I see someone's corpse
Word again this glitch
Where I had seen this trick

New fat Blunt
I still hurt
He convinced us all
Life quickly reduced
It's a beautiful bow
I spent rations

I walk in the middle of the new Vertu Staf
I introduce its contribution without succumbing dialect
It's just a whim without a zhiza
Contentment than it
Skipping your flattery