Текст песни Narkoz - Сквозь стены

Through the walls

Let's cut my deaf voice
Myself in the column.
Let the quality not ice,
And with the Germans was not long.

But my city is here
Among the concrete cage.
Where I lost myself long ago
Demke records.

A couple of words, a couple of lines
Lord, give me ideas.
On a white sheet - black suits,
As an exhibit in this museum.

To fill my diary
So that everyone understands.
Into our system, among the books,
Yes, and dense rhymes.

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And again I will tear everything
Sorry for serving.
Wanted without battla, but alas!
People need quality.

Priluki feels through the walls
How the fuck is there.
And the echo of the streets will carry
My track, In every house.

And I would have more volume
In the voice, And in the head,
In order not to see this Cooney,
Money is chaos.

Masks on their faces, white,
Hide and seek behind the painting.
Anesthesia will fill this night
With your ether.