Lyrics SLimZ - Последний Рывок

one)
that's what's inside of me
as vital organs ..
from the time of east morder
the cycle in my head and the desire to express in turnips from then on
I want paints to paint pain
or passionate words to describe love ...
though not tall
but I want to touch the sky like a skyscraper
do you hear your chest beating
it's music enslaved
traditions must be kept
though rap in the buzz. but it's time to pay us ..
even with the light in the shade .. lost like atlantis
now my place under the sun looks like a picture of Malevich
             
Chorus:
in the background we are a game, no armor no obstacles
finished stage and stop clapping fists
last sigh and jerk until I die
we play the game but we draw the background

2)
and you thought it was easy to forget everything
nicotine plane
like a toaster, threw me out the world
modicum about becoming have not earned nicknames zeros
sketches when a teenager wrote
gloss and because it was not at all
now we are frozen as a poster
late helmet late
I was waiting for one .. of the apocalypse so that he would hammer
that would be reborn me and become different
control yourself like gin alladin
folklore that in the chest
does not make it clear that the whole world has died down
in a few years I will become a father myself
we will not be cold we are in the sun