Текст песни Bad Balance feat.Ёлка - Человек-поэт

A man in a clearing builds his house
He knows how to win a dream
Thunderstorm storm comes, he sees years
They pass by on the river as steamers
The deadline do not notice the wall
Our rap - it's a fight against the system!
Clouds in the sky travel visa
Completing his dance number frieze
Not trusting the numbers, so the thought of Man
Rhymes of the classics does not eat mold
Rhythms burn, warming all poets
A man builds a house and breathes light

Lyrics we draw your house
Word adorn the walls in it
Rhymes to the beat light the lights
And so we live, so live

Man Poet
As night draws light
And builds her house,
In which he is loved and will live forever

Water pours from the sky, washed out roads
The man-poet creates rows of bricks
Finds signs, walking on them, wondering
Consciousness revealing the stars on the way enough
Striding confidently overcomes his fear
Bad rhyme years will turn into dust
Time, tick-tock, we first start
Twenty years later, rap poetry follow us
Who knows ?! Where would be the song proofreading
Swear words, then again go together
The man-poet draws horizons
When morning comes, opens the window

The man-poet breathes the spirit of the time
His house lyrics in another dimension
Just a moment, a flash 80
James Brown in the gashes on slipmatah
Peace in the cities, homes are heated with love
We are building a brick, someone from cardboard
Curtains rest, covered windows of passion
Man chooses interior and paint
Critics usually find flaws
But do they decide who thought in order
Man turns home into a palace
Where in the world would write loving hearts