Текст песни SIGHT MC-культ злых клоунов - Небо падёт на землю с незримых высот

So the probability is small to realize that the purpose chose the wrong
And when the sky will fall on the ground with unseen heights
Victor realizes that he has spent his life in the void

Around the shit you all in white himself mega- Victor vulgar
But the sights of my imaginary armies
You already Victor long and your jokes zhopny
You to pull to the bottom of what was in the stomachs
Your fans empty the same as your solo
Not one song there within the meaning of the verse he is not worthy
How would rhyme it may carry someone favor
Change will not pose a cancer at a slightly more dignified posture
You need for your glory in its critical dose
How nice to be a hero without remembering what you poser
How nice to be vulgar when you little loser
Neither Th yet old enough to Give Dad Lend- kruyzer
And do not say that was presented Nitsche blame Putin
You know you're right , he Victor against thee Che is muddying
You are in the songs that you Petrosyan sharply Che Guevara
Mol are you exposer not carry all the impact
Victor is not a superman while so witty
Joker - Rhymer - scholar had not yet received the tambourine
Not yet grabbed a tambourine sit there in silence and think
What's in the rap you do need as hares muzzle of guns

Anyone who flies brightest usually finishes first flight
So the probability is small to realize that the purpose chose the wrong
And when the sky will fall on the ground with unseen heights
Victor realizes that he has spent his life in the void

Victor you thought you were the master , but you do not even Kew Fasti
Not spare trample on fire future strife
When you're at the bottom of all the forgotten bored
And life at home a bit impose all their claws
And thou shalt ahuevshy how it all happened
To which he spent living at the mercy tell Vite
In the language of a corn sortirny humor left
Vita memory of the days where he played against the rules
Where he played in the game that only the illusion of purpose
King Victor cynicism was well right Machiavelli
King rhyming jokes within Viti empty
And only at the bottom of bile clot resembles art

Victor you're lousy at your jokes pieces
Only those who break the same posey
If you disassemble a hundred small Belts
I still do not pull you Victor word classic

As Nescafe classic far from grains
And so our miracle Victor as semi-finished
In his hilarious jokes the whole shameful and enthusiasm
But woe Fedorino your rap for the connoisseur
I saw a photo in touch wherever onyx someone
Kisses on the ear Victor Vityusha there clearly flows
I can imagine what's next to you he did in the dressing room
The photo Victor Six , but it set off Onyx

Anyone who flies brightest usually finishes first flight
So the probability is small to realize that the purpose chose the wrong
And when the sky will fall on the ground with unseen heights
Victor realizes that he has spent his life in the void