Текст песни Luxor - Сплетни

Let stones be thrown at us
they fly by
they will not hear the cries of the spirit of the invincible
We all go through violent storms and agony
Let dirty bitches gossip about us
Let it rain make you sad
And next to him, someone puts the barrel to the temple
Just throw it all out or reconcile
Die or lose
surrender or die
Heart of ice was wounded by a steel bullet
Blind and mad at the mic again
IN THIS FREE STYLE, HE IS SIMPLY IMPACT
Suppresses your sadness at night and lights candles
Flawless as the wind with secular gusts
Seen from afar accompanied by explosions
The melody of native streets and brick walls
Holy places of the Motherland, nothing is needed in exchange

Chorus (2p):
Look around
I'll be there
Street musician
I'm going to you again
You say i'm tired
You are tired yourself
I rebelled
To put everything in its place

I don't look at how you burn through everyday life
And I don't believe that everyone muddies everything cleanly
Gundons are not the ones who do shit
And those who sell your faith at the same time
Losing loved ones doesn't make you stronger
Only by multiplying the number of days lived
And where the seashore recedes, you have not forgotten
Let everything be beautiful on the outside, but the world inside is not nice
I remember how she cried when she left
She tore her clothes with all her might
In hope it beat and beat like water on rocks
I'm sorry I don't need you - she suffered
I promised, I remember, I promised
Another quarrel in which I was silent
Brought everything that is hidden to the fore
I know you hear, look around

Chorus (2p)

Look around and time is like sand
New battle, short term, a lot of lines
Over this city there was smog, and nothing is visible
I take a razor blade battle
And where tears are forgotten, they love me and wait
Where it's too late to change, I will be accepted like that
Above the clouds, everyone will find their place
and what remains in memory will be thrown back
And so in a circle, moonlit road, stormy time
Youth like craving unrestrained
Time of Troubles, say you wanted it
You started living when the years flew away
And it's hard to find yourself in this bustle
Take enemy water - not sweet poison
Forced to part with ridiculous plots
Know they will be carried away by the winds

Chorus (2p)

2 times:
Look around
Street musician
You say i'm tired
I rebelled
To put everything in its place