Текст песни the Chemodan - Синдром

Somewhere under the subway,
There are no short in the bistro
Some of the nutrome, who of you did not catch the mood,
Worms sweeping from above
The wind sour cream dandruff
Hiding through the layer
In the case, I saw TThhu,
So funny here all people go smoothly
Talk about the main thing
In the ground we live free
Flock instincts - sent where necessary
Uma Chamber, True, so!
Commander Parad!

Dogging bucket
Rap is not about women, concrete
And about under the subway
Along the way will be, but not worthless
Here the morning will not come, I feel a litter ...
Here we live in a deception,
There will be no better today
Let's see tomorrow afternoon
I remember times
Where even in the rain
Stood on site house
And was a smoke pillar
Looking at the area
Where life is no longer breathing
Running away, on pipes, and not covers
Smoking Smroch
True Pants move
As if you did not fall low, someone lived even below ...

Suitcase, Bark Bazook, understand the ssyuka!