Текст песни Гуляй Рванина - Тишина

let my life be a tragedy from your point of view
let the wind in my pockets and head.
we could all be better without bending our hearts,
but I will not become a pink hare with big ears

will sting people in the hall to the heart
into the microphone, wheezing, my rhymes lie
words will bale the soul, but is there really no way to get through
I have an imprint of what the retinas see

can you hear my voice in a jumble of accents?
with a melody in the concatenation of my strings a centner
not for me unlucky to shine with erudition,
pronouncing weaves with clumsy diction

I read from the pages of my chronicle
you can wipe your ass with them if you suddenly feel like it
but a speech about what kind of little brother is
behind the quatrain quatrain

how many bitches tried to squeeze all the juice out of me,
but I'm not dry and dry yet
you rejoice early, I swallow air
and the cry of the dank soul breaks out

certain things whip more than a cane,
and no remedy cures household cracks
what am I screaming into the membranes with my tattered voice
about the obsessive that the skull takes a ram

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bustle will subside ... days will pass
I heard voices but did not understand the words
not only did I understand myself there was in them
quieter quieter hear how the silence rings?