Lyrics M-095 - Территория заката

The territory of sunset, fired with fire, burns like cotton wool, until the last carat
Ruby heart, on the scarlet sky, on the city of the wind, evening, drives
(Drives), but the soul groans, drows up in separation, sets himself up,
In the bustle of the wrong note, the willpower will catch when the road is strictly under the wheels, strictly,
Regulating the size of the Moscow syllable.

Back, we continue the saga
The scorers from the southwest are on the attack
Horizons are open, green light is lit
After three seconds there are no outsiders on the road

Tons of brothel, glass and cardboard, painfully familiar, picture of the district
Our syllables set the highest test, southwest ... Three digits and crown

CHORUS:

Here is the territory of sunset, only forward without a bazaar it is necessary
Here is the territory of sunset, only forward without a bazaar it is necessary
Here is the territory of sunset, only forward without a bazaar it is necessary
Here is the territory of sunset, only forward without a bazaar it is necessary

In the city, the headlights with the headlights pass by
Muffles (?) Tabs, guitars and puffs of smoke
We are not caught on the Basabs on the driving
We are not cured, rapped infected

City dust under the feet, under the wheels
Asphalt for the words shmal (distance) in the front, there you are with us
Run along the way run, fly, if not, grow, go grow up

Thoughts there are ahead, and what is behind? Go look, find the truth there,
A heap of roads, empty ......................................................

Gray (walls) and gray (people), gray (cars) and morning will not be
Red sky, deserted highway, gray life for those who remained in mind

CHORUS:

Here is the territory of sunset, only forward without a bazaar it is necessary
Here is the territory of sunset, only forward without a bazaar it is necessary
Here is the territory of sunset, only forward without a bazaar it is necessary
Here is the territory of sunset, only forward without a bazaar it is necessary

On Estokad we slowed down, the windows opened
They remembered how we carried away our legs from the Musars, washed the car, beat,
We did not give it to Musars under a cliff with them, until Su ** and did not lag behind
The music was muddered, launched with their heads, smoked, ………………………….

Cars, limousines, car, come on
(Louder) ... (louder) (louder) (louder)
Music is the monitors, stone mountains, in the hardcard flame
Hover, old, their enormous people are crushing, they raise the brave ones,
Cowardly cancer are put, given, complex .. Topics for thought
The flow of recitative at the stage of madness,
flames, illuminates the city, conquers the streets, killing the cold.

CHORUS:

Here is the territory of sunset, only forward without a bazaar it is necessary
Here is the territory of sunset, only forward without a bazaar it is necessary
Here is the territory of sunset, only forward without a bazaar it is necessary
Here is the territory of sunset, only forward without a bazaar it is necessary