Текст песни Dark Faders - Тяжесть feat. Ка-тет, Horus, ATL

Ka-tet
The tourist will say: "This is a magical place! This is a wonderful place!"
"How to get the hell out of here?" - the local will say. Difficult childhood
But we are here, and so that you do not get tired on our feet, we will all fall together.
Tomorrow the tombstone will cut off the sky, but today the ear will eat this song.
Again, someone remained among the creatures, like Noah. Difficulty is hardcore.
Someone’s life resembles football - you are waiting for a free kick.
Here I’m unlikely to get to the end unscathed, even with one foot, but into the fire.
My choice is hundreds of worlds in a row. Not a day without a line, even though I'm not a tailor.
Here, uniqueness grows with a rare flower, the quarters keep their secrets.
Golden autumn will come here again, but all Levitans have long left the city.
Again, the severity of the tests awaits us, endless bumps again replace the pits.
While someone tirelessly breathes salt more often than the ocean.
Mentally smoked stone will lie with a stone on the soul.
You wanted a paradise in the palace, but this isn’t here, there is only rap in the hut.
It is difficult to move the cobblestone of the old borders, because fate is all whimsical.
Here they open a bottle - often this is the main discovery in life.

Horus

Cheeks bitten by frost. Before the eyes, ice indifferent,
all luxury life will flow. Life is beautiful, like Steve Buscemi.
Life is beautiful, if put, interwoven from the parishes whitish cocoon.
Plunging into the matrix, into dreams are sweet, like the tears of cops.

In the dark, the quarter has regularly drunk since the day it was founded.
You just wanted to get a little stronger, but that shit was killing again.
In this deep castle, at a crossroads, where everywhere there is a crook and a reptile on a reptile,
alcohol swim, dive, marijuana trench.

The city is a projection of darkness. In the fractures of shadows, a shelter for chimeras and gargoyles.
Voucher "maternity hospital - local crematorium". What can I do ... Valar Morghulis.
What can I do? We are all stuck on a piece of land surrounded by a thorn.
The frost is very fierce, the wind is large, the key is broken in half from the border.

They don’t even wear or even listen to Gucci. What is not a day is so evil.
Again, in the evening, on the feasts, foggy eyes, clouds gather.
Here, somewhere, I, too, are lost. And you hardly saw many concessions from life.
Feel the burden of being? As heaviness falls on his shoulders in a cloak.

I tore and threw my heavy metal
Before the tonsils were inflamed, he melted himself on hot bits,
Assembling your mechanism in detail.
This Acid House is shaking the building, here Dark Faders is shaman with us.
The wild slam is our banner, the crowd is honest and glorifies with us.
Thunder, harbinger of thunder, I see only pungent smoke under the ceiling,
Where in my gut I feel the weight for this whole house
Acid house, where this iron throne is burdened.
Where they don’t touch the mind, let me not touch.
Inflating with furs, grinding the stone, this heavy style was forged for centuries.
This is an amalgam from all the regalia, I have melted all my medals.
By rubbing the gravel with the chest, we here and the boys drive piles.
They scribbled their heavy weight on those very treasured tablets.
The verse will fall and lie flat in the shadow of depressive high-rise buildings.
And we see all the neighbors in this building, we are awakened by our heartbreaking cough.
In glasses, mercury, soot and hard we twist, twist steel shavings.
It’s so hard to get the verse, but who else? Here we are dragging.