Текст песни REIMS - каждому свое

higher gate, fucking city
berated until dry powder
a lot of people , vanity , string weeks
we are drowning as always in perpetual disputes

higher gate, fucking city
berated until dry powder
clouds whores as the ceiling loops
lose everything, but we find again

more afloat, the smoother motion
as live music and when we got married
enough truces and full of battles
my unfinished world is doomed to be burned

I would like three huts and fifth X
but they are unlikely to want me pancake
here trenchant than Brooklyn, you will not find in Google
cornered , but not dotleli coals

all I nashevelil this pile of rap
dick knows somewhere on the Internet prstorah
and I all this , from summer to summer
I think that it is not seen as a pass half a century

not reckoned to have never likam Saints
no need for a cordon , then grabs Beauty
mikrashi , fifths , porches and Hruschev time period ,
Web paths , landscapes slums

closer to me . higher than the lights light
self-help or rain from the near
someone smell of easy money yes to the west
because the benefit of the earth as if standing dispenser

I do not believe in any gods and their ambassadors
I do not see their wells , increasingly see evil
a feeling that the system has gone for scrap
important to find your weight in ridiculous words