Текст песни HALL OF FAME - Свет

- Aslan Lion
Tell me sky, where do the clouds fly here?
Wherever I am, we are on the same steps coasting.
How are you? Hopes all sink to the bottom.
Emptiness and smoke, but I love you alone.

And this world will not give us happiness.
The eternal race of empty phantoms without thoughts and power,
on their faces plastic, suits, eyes with patterns "hello!".
The moment has come to fall and take off again, because this is our style.

You know, I'm so sad here
and loneliness painstakingly sculpts emptiness out of me.
Know that I will get sweat, I’ll all get hammered in a tattoo,
if only you said again - just stay here.

But this moment will not give a chance,
because we are all people, and, moreover, we are afraid to say goodbye.
And our happiness, alas, is the weak link here.
My love will leave here only with the last note.

- Andrey Vandall
My sun is enough for a dozen Africa
but I was born to throw words, and not just pick them up here.
Inside me is my main enemy
and these memories will fall on my head like hail.

It doesn’t matter who hit anyone here,
we move straight, only one wheel slows down.
In reflection in the mud - far from eden,
but he didn’t ask for a drop of cold, no matter how he boiled.

My angel is sick and falls, it doesn’t matter -
people around do not care about what, to whom, when he gave it.
I didn’t fly and threw metal alloy into the sea,
all that I have left, I'll leave as a "slow motion".

And the vocabulary is exhausted,
buried by me sins come out of the gorge.
I remember children's songs, concerts to people in the trash,
the axis of rotation is as thin as a needle, but i fallen down.

- Cyril Branch
Cruise through the clouds. I would conceive worlds, but far
my flight, ha - everything is mine here.
I would rewrite my verse, but it’s unlikely to save me.
I like a nut cracks into your souls, like a hundred evil dogs.

This would not be so if it were not for the dividends of people who are not even close.
I challenge this fucking world to a duel and, believe me, I do not need advice.
I, in an instant behind the wind, imperceptibly leaned into the run from all of you for centuries, was not there,
but he got up and fled without finding a milestone in reproaching the prohibitions.

I do not care about you - I'm in the underworld. Are you too sweet? I will add salt.
I’m my own God, I’m my own enemy and, as if they didn’t want to, I could not argue.
There are lights in the eyes, behind them. I'm not alone, I don’t need to destroy your weightless world,
but I will do it, moving between bans and sorres.

Many are disappointed in me, but I do not intend to take my feet home.
I will come again on loads, I will come up with a notepad plan how to end the game.
At that tipping point, I started and, if someone comes, will destroy my house,
will affect the family, those whom I love will undoubtedly give change - the Branche.

- Maxim Prozzy
I will not give my happiness to others, and so I shook circles
at your house, but I do not write about it by hand. And there, count up,
February snowstorms, but contrary to them
I hardly feel cold - in Alaska, as if in Africa.

I build pyramids from cigarette butts at night.
Ideas in ballot boxes. I believe it will be a stormy beginning
because we all came from the bottom, where they talk about high,
but the big city attracts me more and more with lights from the windows.

And, even there, I continue to believe them, but
it’s dark behind the door - I need to rotate like a spindle.
My life is full of past experiences
and I will burn any bridge, even completely wet matches.

I’ve been looking for a secluded place.
This is my way out, because there is nothing here but sand.
Tomorrow I will dive into the express - I do not care where he rushes.
A spotlight does not replace a place in the sun.