Текст песни Витек - Путь в ковчег

Chorus
everyday
We feel a bright light
Trying to fly up
Through the cold of concrete walls

everyday
We want to get an answer
When is the hand from heaven
Show us the way to the Ark

[Witek]
Here every day lies a surprise
We dream how to get into the elevator to soar upward at once
Having ruined altruism, yesterday's world of prokis
And I hung on it waiting for time X

Where careerists are killed in the fight office rats
The greed of officials pushes each other to gnaw
Alcoholism erased the face of a young man and girls
Money vampirism breeds actors and actresses

Daringly killing publicity and pluralism,
A brazen adventurer got into the heads from the screens
Syringes push young to take risks
Hospital tile floor stained with bloody spatter

I, like a fatalist, wait for the call from behind the scenes,
But on stage, only a social cataclysm.
Crowd of assassins crave emotions like a sadist
So hold on, bro, now such a life

Chorus
everyday
We feel a bright light
Trying to fly up
Through the cold of concrete walls (it is)

everyday
We want to get an answer
When is the hand from heaven
Show us the way to the Ark

[Smoky Mo]
Feel! On my neck crucified with Jesus
I let go of the bad that has come down
I know that the Almighty wants me to smile
Believes me while I am impressed by the power of contrasts

Believe it. Road to the Ark of Thorns
On dirty steps my shoes won't be left clean.
Here I am a poet and I fell it
And, if so destined, I will shoot first

I attack along with a swarm of lyric bullets
With close cats that also feel the essence
Feel and you. All is not lost, do not believe, brother!
Evil tongues will fall, and their landing will not be soft

Want to know what's the matter? (what's the matter?)
Maybe you are not following those or are committed to the slave system.
Brotherly force will destroy barriers, any walls
Follow us through unity and faith.

Chorus
everyday
We feel a bright light
Trying to fly up
Through the cold of concrete walls (it is)

everyday
We want to get an answer
When is the hand from heaven
Show us the way to the Ark

[Fuze]
Here half the country still warms the pots
And from the speakers blows fast food
The act is ripening not to get up a whole month for a ruble,
And take 10 grams of dope and kill your sanity

Treat ills on the stairs & quot; gloomy & quot ;,
Looking for money; in fact, death skillfully
He knows, they will not arrest, maximum four days
Can be soldered to squeeze by a specific amount.

City - designer LEGO
Criminals from above build us ghettos at harmful objects.
We write rhymes, going down to the collector
Breaking bans and not needing scraps

In the darkness, our rap is like a bright spotlight.
The finger lay on the trigger - the guy, wait for the rebound
Each of us as a living target
Brother, you can burn dust, but not our couplets

Chorus - 2 times
everyday
We feel a bright light
Trying to fly up
Through the cold of concrete walls (It is)

everyday
We want to get an answer
When is the hand from heaven
Show us the way to the Ark