Текст песни TerakoooT x Asp.id - Горизонт событий

rap is street music, bail your grizzlies
like a good school principal I saved up desks (part) son
do not argue with me life is a skillful bone breaker,
holds a compass in his hand and breaks the line of fate from all sides

rap is street music, then tell me where is your trunk?
punch that invented slouching will kill someone point-blank?
culture is failing, you're a purebred dog among the crows
let's make people laugh, so that there are a lot of people like you

this is your sentence
be figaro or figaro
look at the world with a trikalor
throwing dreams and goals on the ferry
asking the gentleman for a ball at hand
and from heaven a thousand crowns
:
and you are not at all the same on this matrica
answering no to the question "get out of the dive?"
your main road under the sole of a sneaker
you wrote this script on a torn leaf
:
events were gaining momentum
chopping off the shoulder and even with a rusty ax
with the question what have you achieved in a year?
we put here on you and where is your bow slave?
this performance is watched from above by a thousand gods

and you, stuck into this fucking piece of paper
tearing down the door behind which the truth from its hinges and a hundred heck
you pressed the play every day when you had to press the stop
and even when your ardor was drowned, you were in this water like a kusto

don't shame me, I bet everything you survive bitch
you changed your country, lost your home, but pray to God that it is not reason
you look, believe me, ridiculous and stingy
and your success now cannot be seen even under a magnifying glass

you strive to be a master of the pen
but answer are you ready to die from this pen?
and I forgot the most important detail
You are me
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this is my Event Horizon
you forget me and leave
I send the whole world to hell because I was raised like that
in cozy bars and catering establishments

where is the faith to be always young and killed
where the door to the top is strangely closed for us
where everyone will be forgotten and everything is forgotten
where I am most alive among the young and the slain
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2nd part
intro
: among hundreds of dented, killed
in the "light" of extinguished spotlights
drinking your "bitter drink"
to get away from new events

all is well, and let me measure joy by liters
and my days are gray palette
in the "light" of extinguished spotlights
among the dented, killed
:
I've seen hearts die in bars
How coordinates were lost, among trains, trains
We have changed numbers, passports and countries
opening the gates where the new "gentlemen and ladies"

time chokes us, but we grabbed the arrows eagerly
and the fact that we are not with those, this is only the classics of the genre
forget me, your way without my corets
there is always a way out just look in the head cortex
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I looked into the sky, with sadness on my face
I'm sick of being targeted by love
believe happiness is around the corner, you should turn right
but a righteous surgeon carved faith out of me

where is the rope and soap? - the doctor wrote this prescription for me
because I so often began to appreciate - only at the end
Life laughs, jokes and kicks in the ass
And your tears were seen not only at the station

In a new country I forgot my friends, relatives
and more and more often your smile was replaced with cola and whiskey
Feelings are not a puzzle, but I disassembled them in detail
get down to the ground, I was lying, we won't fly

And I wrote off you and me stupidly
But who would not say the same Oleg
Our love is a game of fools, no deck of cards
And who would not say anything to me without you
:chorus
What is visible on your horizon?
Don't be silent, be bolder
This is how we live
We don't care that there is nothing outside the door

You've seen everything but your world
It's just a small grain in the ocean
Lost destinies
Today you are nobody and tomorrow
From bottom to top
One opportunity just to break out into people

This is my event horizon
You don't judge me at all
I send the world to hell, because he does not pull for more
And in your midst, I'm clearly like an alien here

Where is the door to the top without a handle and a peephole
Where so many years fly like a creeping line
Where everyone will be forgotten but the goal is
So that you look for yourself while my track sees your monitor
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Outro
and I am the youngest and most murdered
in the light of extinguished spotlights
I send the whole world to hell and justify myself by saying that I was raised like that

no one is forgotten, nothing is forgotten
let me drink my bitter drink
and I will meet dawn
and with it your new event horizon