Текст песни М-095 - Территория Заката

The territory of the sunset is covered with fire,
Burns like cotton wool, until the last carat
Ruby heart on the scarlet sky,
On the city the wind blows the evening, the soul groans,
In the separation it sinks, it will adjust itself,
In the bustle of the wrong foot, will power will break,
When the road beneath the wheels gets under the wheels
Adjusting the size of the Moscow syllable.
I will not go back! We continue the saga!
The scorers from the Southwest are on the attack!
Open horizons, green light is lit,
After 3 seconds, there are no strangers on the road!
Tons of concrete, glass and cardboard!
Painfully familiar to the picture of the district!
Our syllable is the highest standard!
Southwest, three figures and a crown!

Here the territory of sunset, only forward,
Without a bazaar, so it is necessary!

Through the city we headlong past,
Silencing with bits, guitars and smoke clubs.
We are elusive, self-guided,
We are incurable, rap infected!
City dust under your feet, under the wheels,
Asphalt words interfering, the distance ahead.
Where there is a place, go, run, fly -
If not, forgive me, go and grow up!
Thoughts are in front, and what is behind?
Go, look, help the truth.
The city of empty roads is not broken by all,
The city is raining and en route.
Gray walls and gray people, gray cars
And the morning will not be!
Red sky, deserted route,
Gray life to those who are behind!

Here the territory of sunset, only forward,
Without a bazaar, so it is necessary!

We slowed down on the aisle, the windows were slightly opened,
They remembered how we took our feet from the musars here ...
The car was washed, beaten, we did not give it back to the garbage,
On the way, they drove until the bitch fell behind.
The music was muddied,
They lit up and sang, flew and sailed,
Like ships, cars, limousines, cars
Louder, louder the music displays monitors!
Stone Mountains in the Flame of Hard Core
They soar, they grow old, their communities melt,
Bold raise, cowardly put cancer.
They give complex themes for reflection,
Then the speech at the stage of madness,
With tongues of flame, lighting the city,
Takes streets, killing the cold!

Here the territory of sunset, only forward,
Without a bazaar, so it is necessary!