Текст песни Вася Гуаш x clonki - Путь

So moden the path of a lone samurai,
I play with me rhymes,
Walking from the edge to the edge,
Driving on the edge.

Inner fire ah do not burn
Do not fall on the way on the peripetia,
Wounds do not beerated interweaving Rutin,
The primordial style was enslaved.

Pain and swamp swallowed
Where Il and Tina is where Il and Tina
Where your kief dragdill
Where there is a grave through the road.

For the sinuses yesterday, the outskirts,
Here today and now, unknown,
Live by non-existent rules
To broadcast to live for an elusive face.

Be briefly hiding your perch
Rows with porey letters in the notebook,
Not to be falling on what is given for the sweet,
Do not put your hands without stretching the paws.