Текст песни Mono.Log - Как Ни Крути

Grant:

Maybe it could all sound different.
But the mind is looking for ways out of the semicom.
In any case, the matter will end with the album.
But about three years ago I could not even dream of such a thing.

And this was the next step in my life:
Words and rhymes. And the sense that you can invest in them.
And how much along this path I lost my neighbors,
While I'm into these semantic floors, I've come to terms.

That's life. And then everyone builds a fence.
But than to swim in this boat, it is necessary to jump overboard.
Not leaving today for today's worries,
Use the moment that God has determined.

Yes, break yourself with your forehead, if you went for it.
As well as in the beginning of a way, we further we press on hundred.
And to sing this song and not to turn it back.
Not necessarily enter into passion.

Chorus:

We cut the floors, this is how this life goes.
Time is like transport. And you are his passenger.
Switch on the mind while this life passes.
Celebrate: this is the Crimea. Floors.

We cut the floors, this is how this life goes.
Time is like transport. And you are his passenger.
Switch on the mind while this life passes.
Celebrate: this is the Crimea. Floors.

Thomas:

Eyyou, look, we're at the beginning of the road.
From the muddy routine, the ambition has not abated, just do not twist!
To present spices of humor and joy
Ready. Do not miss the ears.

Sometimes the style itself sharpens the blades.
Time takes all. Time is a disaster.
Muse - a beast, but without you I will not last a day.
I beg you, do not change my gloves.

This is far from the limit, this is just the beginning.
During the course with dreams, strings were born at night.
Soon this album will be released on the shoulders.
I hope that he will not grieve (chyo).

We are passengers of the time. Is everything right?
Everything blows by the wind. And where do we draw the floors?
This is life and in it we are characters.
As stained glass windows ... Through bends ...

Panda:

Ukraine, the extreme edge rams, like a battering ram with a pyra.
On all the pairs a story sounds that it's so old.
This is not a terracotta, not a game, not a narcologist.
This brother acted as an aggressor.

Try, just be happy, it's time
Demonstrate the parameters of our pen.
Rap Rank is the guarantor of the fact that over and over again sneyera and rimph mountain
Tear up your player.

From me the text, from the "X" in the bits samples.
Our Crimean style is already strong.
We used to live blindly and act ridiculously.
Now, wherever you are, we are all in the mood for rap.

The summer status is joyful: it passed without incident.
At me up to Simf "Ikarus" at "Iks" "Asus" with cactuses.
Instead of sleep, he furrows his ID "Di".
With a positive perspective, a recitative sounds.

True:

Wait, ah! It seems that a period of stagnation has passed.
A simple rule: I am in the right mindset.
We are three (and I). Look: we will build a lot.
Although the muse eyes little affectionately often and does not build.

And I will not hide that we are charged with a spark.
Sometimes, with a swarm of thoughts with my own hands, I dig a hole.
In a word, the word is again conditionally issued.
You ask: where is this seen?

This is Eden from Alushta. Well, the one that is "Truth".
Find better candidates and we'll leave. No, really.
And the main thing is not "Grammy", nevertheless, time will tell.
These lines are flint. And for us it is not a burden.

Time after time, infection for reason does not catch at once.
These are phrases about different - vain phases of morism.
Switch on the mind while this life passes.
Celebrate: this is the Crimea. Floors.