Lyrics Sun Sunych - 14. Дюжина
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Я вступил в игру словно кирзачем в дерьмо
Как Кержаков принял мяч и тут же забил гол
Башни горят, как древний Галикарнас
Взошла заря, щадить не молит нас более, не зная боли
словно Жнец Мрачный, выбрасывая панчи
Пришел забрать венец у овец и прочих жвачных
Много обещаю! Исполню ли? Бог весть
Как из Пушки на, лови горячую смесь!
Не изобрел но преуспел, зови меня Греем Белл
Мой удел истину как Невский некрестям нести
Аристотеля студент, экзегет словами духа
Невидимки из сети с завистью добавят звука
Только руки будут злостно бегать по клавиатуре
Через Альпы мусора из слов перейду я
Горе от ума, довольно редкий недуг
Но поверь же мне друг, лучше он веселья глупых!
Перемены нести если – то до мозга кости
Все сказал, слов крепостных отпустил
Сотри случайные черты, увидишь мир прекрасен
Быть его частью, не в этом ли счастье?
Мой рассказ, пускай вам не будет обузой
Это плод музы, без бузы да без груза
Припомнил немало Александров недюжинных
Скольких насчитали? Все правильно, дюжина!
I entered the game as if kirzachhem in the shit
As Kerzhakov took the ball and immediately scored a goal
The towers burn like the ancient Halicarnassus
The dawn dawned, spare no longer praying us, not knowing the pain
Like the Reaper Grim, throwing out pancakes
Came to pick up the crown from sheep and other ruminants
I promise a lot! Will I do it? God knows
As out of Gun on, catch the hot mixture!
Not invented but succeeded, call me Gray Bell
My destiny is the truth as the Nevsky nepriesti carry
Aristotle student, exegete in the words of the spirit
Invisible people from the network with envy will add sound
Only hands will maliciously run around the keyboard
Through the Alps garbage from the words I will pass
Woe from Wit, a fairly rare disease
But believe me, my friend, it's better than the fun of stupid people!
Change to carry something to the bone marrow
All told, the words of the serfs released
Erase random features, you will see the world is beautiful
To be a part of it, is not this happiness?
My story, let it not be a burden to you.
It is the fruit of a muse, without a bouzou and without a load
I remembered a lot of Aleksandrov extraordinary
How many have counted? All right, a dozen!
As Kerzhakov took the ball and immediately scored a goal
The towers burn like the ancient Halicarnassus
The dawn dawned, spare no longer praying us, not knowing the pain
Like the Reaper Grim, throwing out pancakes
Came to pick up the crown from sheep and other ruminants
I promise a lot! Will I do it? God knows
As out of Gun on, catch the hot mixture!
Not invented but succeeded, call me Gray Bell
My destiny is the truth as the Nevsky nepriesti carry
Aristotle student, exegete in the words of the spirit
Invisible people from the network with envy will add sound
Only hands will maliciously run around the keyboard
Through the Alps garbage from the words I will pass
Woe from Wit, a fairly rare disease
But believe me, my friend, it's better than the fun of stupid people!
Change to carry something to the bone marrow
All told, the words of the serfs released
Erase random features, you will see the world is beautiful
To be a part of it, is not this happiness?
My story, let it not be a burden to you.
It is the fruit of a muse, without a bouzou and without a load
I remembered a lot of Aleksandrov extraordinary
How many have counted? All right, a dozen!