Текст песни Krec - Паром через

Day replaces night in boxes of splin
Dreams melt like smoke, but someone does not sleep
Year, followed by another sometimes we are sad
Appreciate, at the end of the way ferry through Styx

Climbing vertically, we burn to ashes.
Once caught in a trap, we are hidden in the cauldrons
Get full of business
And in words the resin boils on the trunks
Power throws soldiers in cities
Caravan for blows in the pocket of a pair of cottages
Golden Horde of the Radical: Arafat,
Cigar Smoke from the Window - Jordan
Leningrad is a giant, the oligarch is a cannibal,
Illegal limit on the courts
Poison breaks into the larynx, the buzz is a curve trail
Slave and brother will sell for kropal
It's okay to divide to forty
In taverns for a glass stopar in the footsteps
From the father - fume, denies the fact
I wrote in diaries hurrying

Day replaces night in boxes of splin
Dreams melt like smoke, but someone does not sleep
Year, followed by another sometimes we are sad
Appreciate, at the end of the way ferry through Styx

November stele leaves in the pits
Peter is loyal: in every elevator bayans
They were lying, even they were afraid to leave the house
Outcasts loitering in search of antidotes
December: wind and slush, roof tore
We walked on a break past the half-hulled stalls
Closer to the Haymarket, seeing the luxury of two-faced senor
Beggars orphans, that for higher ranks only raw materials
The city breathes in the spring, we write again all night
A lump of sticky notes in the throat suffocates
There is a number on the billboard .. and there are no extra hours
To make something better out of words
Rap without make-up and show just the time has come
Test us for strength again
Not behind the rustle of bills we put our necks in the loop
And for those who joined not for the account