Текст песни TRUEень - Цепями Коваными

And autumn will dilute my life with paints
Green yellow red.
I do not hurry anywhere
The window is intently in the soul overcast.

And in the passport photo stupid
Eyes to the point as if smeared.
All pictures from the past lubricated
And it would be necessary with Mom Polaskaya.

Anger hidden on all sorts of scum
And I do not show anyone.
Although it happens in different ways
With a blow to the mouth to arrange them casting.

And I'll pox "th chopping mastering
All as I have I tell.
Again a new Maz on the database you
Face Massels with a fraternally fraternity.

Low cold blowing his head brothers,
Thus is chopped with a nail and a hammer in the fingers.
Shoulder straps Morious hunger Healthy,
We are packaged in the Cake. (x2)

Who are you coping lousy or simple cups
If inside the fake bounce as in two fingers
I call the car to the jelly
I need a soul to pour into the microphone to sign

White warms blood, soul warms Chanson
You say how so, I got out of piton
I grew up in this environment and let him always have enough for bread
I wanted the fact that you can't but don't you?

Not bothered on the scenery, work factory
But always near those who exactly the opposite
Seeded pictures and almost a couple of times
Divided the fate of Blonde became a gangster musician

Let all the right guys in life fartit
In the chains there are also people but they are difficult to find
Different tracks, one finals
The main thing that was what is proud of at the end of the way.

Completed Goals Pop ... Vain Ideas
In the basements of the ghetto, the flame hip-hop warms
Voice out of Russia, but not South Korea
Who twisted the tails now swept

Low cold blowing his head brothers,
Thus is chopped with a nail and a hammer in the fingers.
Shoulder straps Morious hunger Healthy,
We are packaged in the Cake. (x2)