Текст песни Alladin FaRaJah - В дневнике...

(Alladin FaRaJah)

[Verse]

Jackals endowed with a blow,
Drowning in his own shit,
Fever of the type is not treatable,
Rot does not go out ...
Bud would be a fallen drop,
Always around, on the water,
Everything comes back soon!
Life is judged on the right,
Those who defended the truth,
The path will shine in the darkness ...
On the square from the quarter,
Deal moves at altitude,
Close in spirit only I believe,
So that they are known in trouble,
The bonds are not hard,
But we cook food in a single cauldron ...
The glass froze on the glass,
Nicky prielis to the wall,
In the gray bustle of paintings,
Blood with a hap in quarantine,
The staff was divided into pieces
And sold to me in a pernicious world ...
They put all the points on d and
Sheets that are cooked in the apartment,
Doors for purposes are open,
In the dash, do not mashte Misier!
The interfering fakes in the sartir,
Roll on the drain pipe ...
Respect all decides in the area,
As on the ball everywhere,
The tracks are stored on the deck,
Chronicles, in the photo sheet,
The system without honor,
I'm honest with someone on the wave,
Kind of wonderful
And fortunately draws a hand to me ...
Shelest of banknotes at sunset,
Chips shuffle the dealer,
The Lord will make bets
Blindly being led by profit,
Greedy that is cooked in fat,
Heat sweat will give at the stake,
The circle will be narrower, no wider,
The bush does not fit in the sleeve,
Gust is the last juss,
So it will be given to the family,
A ghoul is not small with a window that covers leads in the spring,
Do not dig in the disease,
Hip is not curable not where,
With the Hop on stage and in the arches,
Shield address you,
Drawing the canvases from were,
What sits in my head ...
My house is on a swamp,
Peter is always on horseback!
Take the evil womb all the crumbs
People in an anthill,
Mud here is enough for a long time,
That mired in the diary ...