Текст песни rait - Чистый лист

And I have a barrel with a holster on it
And I have thug jargon
And I don't have a car and a pitchfork
And I don't drive to Italy
But I know where he dresses fashionably, familiar faces are under investigation
Let the father not be proud, but the dick will extinguish from the hanging
a cross glitters on the chest and attempts to make a smile natural
from the back they will call out in a harsh voice, leaving a cut with a phrase
on the sides of the bus I will look around the forest with an alarming look, will start a charge in a strange city just to shiver
Start life from scratch
Flatter the ladies and be a bully
Freedom of thought, freedom of action
Take possession
On our way we target ourselves
Around the report point
If you don't know where the fear is, don't stick your fucking