Текст песни Рабы Лампы - Посвящение

"Our applause tightrope walker in the case ...
Past executions and eternally living,
Amid the drunken bend the grounds during the life of ... "

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1.Stahey
Cold summer of 2000.
Death took the poet,
But the sound will be long
In my mind, somewhere
A little sad echo
His words and his voice,
But with a different light.
Respect for the deceased,
Untimely deceased,
To seek happiness,
But was not found.
As reminder living,
He left the legacy,
And after him reaching
Learn about his genius.
I give the last
His tribute
The one who taught me
Three-dimensional thinking.
We grieve and remember
His rebellious spirit.
Grundig, sleep well,
Earth will let you down.

2. MF
The farther in life,
The more clear,
That the genius of God
exposed to lethal
mourn the fate
Neponyal truths.
And the thought of all
inevitably come
More and more frequently.
And there is no need greater
Write and try to
Invest more sense
Not for the sake of self-interest,
And only with the desire
Do not give up, and for the thousandth time calling
Phenomenon that exists, playing rhyme,
Suffering, to name a manifestation of
creatures of nature,
That established above.
In vain it all.
You left without saying goodbye
I do not turn off the lights
I do not ask about the weather ...
And like everything is clear,
After the death indifferently.
But know that the legacy
Hopped in the sky
Supplemented by a new chapter repeatedly!

3.Money Mike
Dedication "B" a man with a capital letter,
And indeed, the street poet,
And just Kleve guy.
I do not know how anyone,
And I do not understand
Why Choose your way
And we go forward on it,
And what is the essence of this path,
And when it's over.
And like,
So that it was flat,
Long, light, bright,
As a sunny day.
But suddenly it was over:
People crossed the line
And it will not return.
It is not necessary here for more words -
They are no good.
I better keep quiet
And I will remember it always.

4.Vint
The soul left the body,
Somewhere flies.
Line is a stub,
Rhyme cools.
Nobody knows,
Where is his soul.
It is there,
Where his poetry alive.
She is alive everywhere
But the poet is no more.
I want to scream out in pain,
But I do not hear the answer.
Statement leaving a trace,
He parted from this world,
But for many teenagers
He became an idol.
"Lamp Hours", a rebel in the struggle for truth,
His poetry has no equal
According to the depth of thought.
"D.O.B. community "
Lost warrior, a fighter.
But your business will not die, no,
There is no end.
Knocking our hearts
In time your heart.
You shut the door behind him.
But we are with you.
Rest in peace.

5. Sir J
Send all to hell,
And spitting relish veto
On bezrazdele truism,
Now I sing an ode
Yellow leaf rot,
Whose death - do not fall,
A weakness of the summer.
I - their brother, me howling animals,
In their hands they were buried.
One of them is a part of me,
And then, a part of me - a disembodied.
There was an order given: Down from captivity!
Away from the womb of the earth is dashing!
And he went easy, calm and quiet,
Polosnuv live through the veins.
Now, it's there.
He became closer to God.
And we, the living, his way
Griz touch his own light.
After all, he did not die, no,
He just merged with the wind.

6. Legalize
My friend, brother, Lech, great.
Words do not tally in verse.
Thoughts, feelings so much.
I called the day Jeep,
I said, you do not.
It was sad and dark,
As the lights went out.
Before the eyes of sorrow your family.
Soul sick.
Experiences pain
Draws can not be compared with their loss.
I believe in what you better now.
Almost I know. I read your poems.
I feel understand them. I try to be stronger.
You're with me, believe me.
We have one dream,
I am responsible for two of today.
Among the friends we remember you.
Conversation, when we remember
It turns out, in any, long,
Light. Hear, we cherish
Every moment that you have spent.
Proud of each meter,
Inch of the road,
What you've been through.
I feel,
you slils