Текст песни ИНТАКТО - Под рёбрами

Another year in the trash, thrown madly
In the company of blue snow maidens
Staring at a table full of beakers
Consultations, like ace ventura,
Crazy clientele
These children argue who is smarter and who is right,
Everything is like a joke with a bang
It is a pity the anecdote is bearded like Arda Turan.

(out of) studying wall decals
in which the city is drowned
the area that pissed us off
Now it doesn't bother anyone
air is the best friend of my thoughts
perhaps fear is your father (what)
what hangs behind their souls
if it is so easy for them to give up childhood.

We would be happy
Taking this opportunity to fly fireworks to Edward
Everything is at stake again like King Arthur
With our guys, we go under the cannonade.

A bunch of sheets were written, and at least a little bit of me flew with a spear there
And if there is a choice of what to read, I will definitely choose to read her lips.

Here I am. But what will my lines tell you if you end up
You find your oxygen and then give it a shit. Is it just dope? (Okay)

It will become sharply cool
Just dope, okay

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It’s not a day, then again a fight for the crowd (^ v)
I may not be understood
do not even touch the world,
But let it not be near but, to be under your ribs.