Текст песни західний форест - Барви

He sat down again from one to seven
here the music is noisy just pull the ropes
four aces in the deck, let's quickly unfold
hip-hop without parodies purely confuses all this style.
I will wander at night, you will lose my fear
I ask you not to go, cities will explode there.
the universe is all around and I need only one
sometimes it happens, you know this moment.
Poor barefoot artist and a torn easel
and the main thing on the canvas, well, how can you not understand.
one cold wall here will be painted
I spit on the sides when I walk past these offices type
they are empty, stand the lack of color around
sculpts light somewhere there somewhere flaunt balconies
and allegedly
it's comfortable for everyone to be in their burrows, and I'll do hip-hop
it's like a support
it is necessary to convey style, to convey to you,
it is held constantly, katana, Shaolin monastery
and if necessary, you will have to crawl on your knees
blood smear in the gallery of these paintings
Words on the bit as paints on the wall
where it's full of shit, but here Cartman would turn gray
where I will wait for spring starting from autumn
where the phone hangs until the bosses call
that from above.