Текст песни Tia-i aka Black Heart - крутаая

Release the cells of the mind
Letting music inside
hearts morning, rhythm introduce you into a stupor
Satellite Opens the door without a knock
They are rhea feet, brain customize and feet

Bratz Aphrodites
They walked around the water and opened Atlantis,
But their species were killed, Atlantis washed
This was done by those whom the elite is now called.

After a couple of years, half-America will leave for the bottom
All stocks fall sharply
Change your route
You are talking to locades of people in the taste and rumor:
Someone Mac Muffin, someone poppy beech
Someone old DOGS, and someone Star Baks, to whom Bax
Someone became old, someone became Stars
whom sleeping bags whom sleeping cars
Someone burned down
Someone dumped with a landfill
I do not care

I do not pull the traffic jams
Do not tie in traffic jams
but tie with grass
And tie sneakers
You are brunked
I became easier and brutal

I got on the light, becoming a millionaire from a slum
But millions are not in money, but in respect of my account
And if you want to say, I will write more
And you will hear what Bosch will demolish
Just do not fall under full range
they will understand all by persons

let me have done
But devoted to the microphone as Salvador's canvas
For me it is love, and the rest is