Текст песни Ю.Г. feat Рабы лампы и Sir-J - Ода уходящего года

Ha! Slaves lamps in place
Sir-J and G. together with them ,
" Oh, God " shout,
Here Rusyches evil .
Willingness to number one ...

SIR-J

D.O.B. name - my family , my support ,
Even quarrel dispute ... does not count when it comes to
Woe problems , help will come to know me
Nobody fail me for years tested
Believe in each other , we alone
The rest are not looking , standing at the microphone ,
Let heat for a couple , Grundig , Jeep ears of others
Do not feel sorry , Slaves Lamps kill their own metaphors

Grundig / Jeep

Ashes of human filth dishonorable ,
Private Fears in fords freedom
Childbirth nature is not pleasing to the eye and mind.
No punishment fearful expectation .
Worse oblivion deadly wound ,
Pus soul suspense filled

Fall out of the system, from the list of conventions ?
Side effects - strength dementia
Age dementia , dirt epidemic
Every day injection space
Messengers of the nation falling into the sky
Required by the devil ? all the instructions .

Our applause tightrope walker in the case,
Bold birth, persistent through life
Past executions and ever living ,
Amid the drunken grounds , to bend in life.

Intrigues glorifies Christ in the hands of nails,
Adversity Rocks mouth and chew bones
Greyhound passion into the Aquarian Age ,
Not a handful of not aging , perepirayutsya as hosts.

Poison generates human weakness,
Number of hatred per centimeter of flesh.
Rivers rage overwhelmed capacity.
Adam bone - the end of embarrassment .

From the roofs like autumn leaves sometimes
People crowd going in the last fight ,
Universal spirit yearning heart saws
I'm alive , but funerals every day ;
Beyond a shadow of a shadow in the phonebook ,
I see friends depart shifts

Who escorts - smaller and smaller ,
I can see the sunset from the day one day closer
What muddies the eyes , and all soon slizhet .
The outside of the house without a helmet is not necessary
Seventh floor of hell D.O.B. -
Last ode to this year ...

SIR-J
One for all and all for one - shit
No longer a while , we - new tribe ,
Every man for himself , every man for himself ,
" buoy -ee " This crap to me a joy just thinking about family,
In this case, the South - brutal to each other
One after another in a row represent your squad .

YG
Last ode to the passing year
Nature gives birth - obstructed labor ,
Adversity conventional satellites those
Who else can not move up ,
Vicissitudes of fate does not require judges
Forget - okay, another is not necessary
Seventh floor of hell , thickened gall
Brings to light the lack of a coffin .
Salvation is not present for those around
Do not look for the truth in the history of reality .

How rotten bastards huddled under deck
Absence of opinion becomes fashion.
Confusion shower called defect
Communication with God for a fee
Shovel driven into consciousness
Absence of any desire desires.
Pleasant news - go crazy together
Come spend the money of the murdered bride
Agenda of the ball, like a stamp on residency
Mark that down too low.

Chained to the crowd that it was born
Where are you heading? What do you got ?
Made his way to the trough , snatched ton, cattle ,
Drunk to Blevio , it? What a shame
That have nothing to do , murdered body
It died talent, hear smell of decay .
Save only the movement , but there is no strength to rise
And stick your ass out of the warm barn .
Bread enough and do not need butterscotch
Without risk calmer and warmer toupee .

And those that boldly , let the bones break
After all, they do not know what die.
Lamps Slaves - fans of light,
One of the few who got it all .
YG also seek answers to break ,
Until it was the grand finale .
This is the latest ode to the outgoing year ,
What am I? The fact that we will soon die.
Some - like dogs , others - pohlesche
Such are the things. Who should, he realized .