Текст песни Sneker - Поднимаясь из низин

Going up from the lowlands
How many years and how many winters
Yes, not sir
But in the words of invincible
Hundreds aching cattle
Hundreds of burnt-valleys
This text as nicotine
Sneker there is only one
 

A new day, a clean sheet
In this field rusty death
nedolyublennosti Artist
A letter in an envelope with no name
Mud little little little
I just dust smeared all
This joy of finals
But I have not yet started
One flight above the stratosphere
Or that a dive of a plinth
People think there is faith
But the crowd recognized
Standards pastulaty
For all the rules, we shit
Remove from the ears all the wool
You guys fuck
You are like an army of zombies
All honor the guarantees of the rights
Zaebis I'm free
After all, there is the mass of talent
But I vytvoryayu chaos
Plunging to the bottom of all
Like the chairman of chaos
I shit you elite
Stifle in his honor
Unworthy of life every
This dis melody with vengeance
Laws is not important
Your character is plennost
It is home to the homeless and thieves
For me as a daily
For you as a Pandora's box

Going up from the lowlands
How many years and how many winters
Yes, not sir
But in the words of invincible
Hundreds aching cattle
Hundreds of burnt-valleys
This text as nicotine
Sneker there is only one
 

Spend parallels
The city is not far from a fairy tale
This life is not the cradle
It's a stupid excuse
As if we wormholes
War begets peace
It was still powder
There plague arrange PIR
Here, in the swamps much vyaznu
Though you do not need fucking
In your life in the same dirty
As in the Augean stables
I created you wine puddle
Hey man what the fack
Psychos climbed out
I'll put them in a sarcophagus
Crowds raised their glasses
Obese fucking demons
Cut down all channels
Die in their chairs
Although I do not like the frame
But I got out of the mink
In this card deck
My place is a joker
Bitch bitch bitch bitch
For you, the guy is a test
It bugs bugs bugs
As if you are faithful to the grave
Yes, you have the lord
He plays on this track
I am your young lord
My name is SNEYKER

Going up from the lowlands
How many years and how many winters
Yes, not sir
But in the words of invincible
Hundreds aching cattle
Hundreds of burnt-valleys
This text as nicotine
Sneker there is only one

Sneker there is only one
Sneker there is only one
I got up from the lowlands
What is your favorite Mr.
Hundreds of paintings Prodan
Hundreds of burnt-valleys
Heroin and cocaine
I lift my carafe
I got up from the lowlands
How many years and how many winters
What is your favorite Mr.
Now no one Sneker