Текст песни Лютый бит - виражи

I'm passing the baton
as I transmit
Angel believes in me and believes in my signs
Fists are broken before the attack
Two lanes in life
three stripes on the flag
I continue to loop around the ravines
black ink scratching on white paper
in one step to you
In the turnip I make bends showing aerobatics
Passengers boarding
Wild pallet
We go on stage as a hockey player on the ice
As a football player on the field
People of Iron Will
What he wrote and is sick
With life and death divided equally
In the Stakh in captivity
And what? And This?
Nervously smoking a cigarette
I know about it not by hearsay not by secret
In the transition, buying a newspaper
What's on the news today?
And whether to believe the authorities
What are
For stealing from themselves they go to court
such a dime a dozen
breath translate
But written on the roads are walking bears
Wild hunger that made them come out of the woods
To show
He, like everyone wants to eat
Do you think he makes you happy?
Collect things and press on the gas
Bring your green ass back
What is written about the end of the world which in fact nebylo and no
I'll build a lot in the summer
Life or death I will throw a coin
edge vsala and everything from the beginning
smoke fume coffee
I will continue to live for life I will fight
In the role of fighter
With the palm of his hand wiping the sweat from his face
Well hello street
a column behind your shoulders that sometimes you have to stoop