Текст песни 7.2 Super Стас ДЖА'конда - Что Поделать

7.2
This school .... there is no god ...
as well as to map the dark streets of Vladivostok
as well as on other areas of cities
sacred homeland but in terms of shoddy zaknon

what to do? it is what it is
though the environment for many miserable news
delirium? so look around something that gnaws at you each
and do not forget that in our time no servants

one fornication in this closed circle
my eyes are not extinguished from ruin
azimuth direction only forward
like the battle will decide in
my blood will poison the man that eateth it

Mercantile bitch infection
was the smell of smoke like a trendy rhinestones or something
like scum fastened mask it! Enough!
wasting brain cells hens on laughter

hello here is much anger in your songs
just wait for the stress demons of revenge in our plays
by means of laughter peel and enough already flattery
I will kill those who are against the idea to stand up for the honor
     
         
          super Stas
In This zhizni_uzhe nothing is surprising
Every third drunk and who is a drug addict
people die from stuff everybody knows it
yet to say I was not floating

Basketball and rap time kills
In my circle of friends a week to quickly pass
Nadia faith disappears but stays up late
As long as someone is bustling and someone waiting catcher

I thought the music beckons head intoxicate
And I do not know what's going on with you people
just pull the money
Changing their essence on cheap veils

And we have another life another world
Considering floors embarks line all the air
In an atmosphere where the lira when that someone loved
Disappearing in the starry sky in the darkness of the black holes
         

         7.2
in this evil city
He started his business closed down will not notice
metishsya mechishsya and gone but much
pit rage threw anchor and got into a routine

the picture is not very nice to be ashamed
for what is considered corrupt country wild
reality (sigh) sad
but the fact that pro-tech on

veins of all who love freedom, along with the smell
(To a point) I want to say thank you to those who are near
You can trust them to achieve the desired
Respect thereafter will attain salvation
 
general opinion does not view
if need be fucking plant
city ​​oblivion would rather kill steal
than my body sag under the system

under the scheme which I know to survive
of the streets where no one does not soar
Who are you you you some cactus important
status is simply the anus is not all bikes

though from another world but you live in Russia
live Krasovo only helps ksiva so I'm in a passive
I nayabyvaet a country which is not only I
but also relatives
        
              DZhA'konda
I wake up every day in the same day
I remain among the fragments of the same free
head play sparks add meaning
notes burning rhymes are my thoughts

vanity shots and it's my life
Forgive me for this my mother the truth I do not carrion

I look into the distance and go to sleep