Текст песни Слим - наведение резкости

I do not know all the answers, like "What, where, when?"
A crystal owl does not blind the retina
While life has not yet chopped into firewood
And did not flush the toilet, like gondon disposable.
No matter how it was, I will not wear "Bosco Sport"
Matt Cayenne someone raises in the mountains
Having gained courage, you can go out the window
From unhappy love or just under dopom.
The pathologist will slowly open your body with a knife,
Thinking that you were an idiot,
The earth will soak up blood and sweat,
How many times a faithful holy icon feeds.
I did not measure the crown and did not sit on the throne,
Death comes rarely in an embrace with a dream.
The body chills, rushing around in the cell
You will not find the truth on the First, as Posner
And maybe it will wash us, as washed away Atlantis.
With a tiger's look, I'm a muddy type
With a grinning nasty, is active to the assets of others.
Usty morons do not smoke the ceiling.
We Th generally want? We under whom here we go?
As the "Victory Day" Leshchenko - from the melody records.
This is the spirit of the times and let me not Pelevin,
I wrote it myself, hello to Vanya Lenin.
My wicked genius is a jinn from a jar,
When someone rubs off the language with that lamp.
I read mantras. Entering our gang is dangerous for life,
As in the ranks of the Taliban.

I somehow looked into the black mirror
Life runs zebra, throwing his face to the ground.
This is not a white ghetto, there's a bitch on Vertu.
There is no conscience under the expensive fur.

I somehow looked into the black mirror
Life runs zebra, throwing his face to the ground.
This is not a white ghetto, there's a bitch on Vertu.
There is no conscience under the expensive fur.

Do not call me brother, words do not fly back.
They like pigeons shit, leaving spots.
Leave the clearing to the guys, they'll grow something there,
Deadly weed by fertilizing the poison.
I think this is the fucking Truman Show
You cheaper even in hand-made articles from TSUM
Yes, I think so, with my hands rested against the dome,
And Google will not tell when cornered.
Under wet rain, under Teflon muzzle,
The black lane will not break the spirit.
Depend on the tube, and I'll come right now,
Just do not fall down, under you there is no trampoline.
Kurnul in the morning, stupidly ashes in an urn,
I look at the moon - salute to all the Kursk.
Silicone and powder you just fuck,
Because at 20 you are still a fool
Something is being decided here, not in the corridors of the State Duma
Not at the post, but in the sauna with expensive utensils
Democracy is a whore, it was let in a circle
Somewhere near Barvikha, in closed clubs.
She sniffed, from the last century
With the tailwind we look into the black mirror.
I'll open secrets, like at the school desk
Sit down or sit down, the main thing - do not fall.

I somehow looked into the black mirror
Life runs zebra, throwing his face to the ground.
This is not a white ghetto, there's a bitch on Vertu.
There is no conscience under the expensive fur.

I somehow looked into the black mirror
Life runs zebra, throwing his face to the ground.
This is not a white ghetto, there's a bitch on Vertu.
There is no conscience under the expensive fur.