Текст песни Sarcas - Жребий Брошен

I do not know how much killing tire pairs I
In these rags, in fact, in essence, the music of Parsiva
Lying dirt, in Nat hundreds of megabytes
Clean the rap is the same as the skin of the blacks
In the depths of the secrets, but they are visiting only the truth
We are only the truth in the eye without seeing the list of notes
But my motto is, you are weak - sit down on count
I study on bitter experience and not statistics
There will be no sweat of the world, the points are delivered
Come on happiness to thirst for one hundred nemiroffa
my face without facial expressions is not explained by the fact friend
See shedding blood like a butcher on apron
stupidly put on the pedals
While you wondered who will be in the final
You have never been there anywhere bandages
Motali fighters for victory and glory
obviously knowing all liha battles
I throw a lot that victims of knives
Penets on Battle for the parishes sum in pockets