Текст песни Гром - 12 раундов

1 verse

12 rounds above the sky but no one notices
The fact that life is covered with snow is that people are like animals
Everyone only wants death, close the doors at night
Ride all the laws our youth steals
Later sees the walls of the zone without work and without cache
Everyone is trying to live and shake the hands of the demon
How much blood crime do we trust no one
YES because life is broken yes there are no flowers on the tracks
Flowers alone remained children see broken fathers
How to plow for pennies net for months at the machine
Now the branch where there is no ghetto where the sun really shines
Where a tear does not drip, who will answer me questions
Who will point the hard way the earth burns from drugs
And I’m afraid to step over the areas wobbled by vodka
Young people do not see a way out again to climb for a walker
In the ghetto, the girls again pay for injections with a cap

Chorus
12 rounds winter 12 rounds summer
12 rounds here 12 rounds of the ghetto
12 rounds spring 12 rounds autumn
No, we don’t sow anyone for mowing cartridges

2 verse

WE all suffer from pain, we lost hope
Eyes saw grief 12 rounds of war
Why shoot at people 12 rounds of darkness
Everything darkened in the hearts of mom save me hear
Fear will eat me soon, I want more anger
Send all the fuck motherfuckers in me there were only bones
Frozen concrete in the chest when dripping rain
THEN comes with the ghetto Thunder then I read for the Russians
For my fans, friends for boys in the dull walls
For those who know that hunger has lost their loved ones
Who raises his city, who is on the road and in the cold
They do not understand us all know that we live in this style
That I read my texts as ammo for the ghetto
And I shoot the walls freeing you from the zone
Just for a minute but still give me a hand bro
Everything will be better, but later ink will be said on the skin