Текст песни Г.Рванина - В потоке габаритов

Flying avenues in a stream of dimensions
My rhymes are carried out in one gate
The hooves are knocked down and the threads are eventually beaten
When the sun goes out you won't see the credits
I do not intend to broadcast to you in difficult cabbage soup
Keep the smoke in your lungs and yourself in your hands
Roosters burst out from under the shirts. Fictitious are those who grin from under the heavy
I have nothing to not exchange for my family
But if you fucked up, then blame yourself
I add tempo to all those stuck in evil
How not to be fooled not to say two words at the same time
Throw a rhyme heap into the microphone membrane
The production bucket rocks like springs
This message to my fathers is addressed
I need eternity to read my fill
Fuck off my metaphorical wonders
On this minus the nasal plus is published
For trained poodles, show performances reading the best recipe for soul sawing
I'm not one of those who will whine in your ears
Hide your troubles away
Another year has passed, the arrows are
I hear this ticking when it gets quiet