Текст песни Подоконник - Вокруг дебилы просят пули

one two Three. this is a place of battles
I’m a stranger to you like that
come to me quickly
but for a long time? one shot

Minute of attention new upgrades
play to the last, microphone for a record
 I will walk you unshakably
your chip on selection barely swept

number of participants? no, a bunch of morons
 crush decibels in the head. it’s ok, tolerant
my word is a weapon loaded all the more
 I’m nowhere without him, as in a battle without punch

Only rumors are circulating here about me
I'm paired with you, you say you got a worthy opponent
you saw prize fishing and behaved like a deer
 don't strain, mans, jackpot for kings

bad judging team? send to hell
 it’s not a king’s business, standing in lines
my goal, frankly, is to punish you here
 you wanted a hot guy here, here is a shot in front of

I throw the facts: around morons ask for bullets
already paying bills. you wanted it to be
I'm like a lamp of alanine, fulfill your desire
everyone now rushed strictly from the battle in the same way