Текст песни N1K - Курс на финал

Verse №1:
The course for the finals - this without taking a minimum of Maine,
My denomination quotes did not give me a raise,
Hala all you trash napalm tratuary feet
Between the houses and arches in the areas supplied fuse.
This path is already trample so many years,
But only a few people reach the final,
After all, the road encircles sharp rock ridge,
And either back or up, where many do not have air.
Rap for breakfast, lunch, grief and smiles,
Pen scratches the body sheet underneath cries,
Silence tearing sounds, lips whisper the letters,
Tinsel bear arms, teeth Rocks Dodgers (who are you?).
Soon they will shout about the hot passions,
Well blasphemy, as the window drops
My phrase, not Kursk, but also drowned in darkness,
Not the sea, and a pile of songs people.