Lyrics 5-12 Osoboe Mnenie RP ft. LIRIK ft. NEPOLITIK - CENITELYAM
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The lyrics of the song are provided for your reference 5-12 Osoboe Mnenie RP ft. LIRIK ft. NEPOLITIK - CENITELYAM, and also a translation of a song with a video or clip.
Не важно какого звука нити
Когда ценитель
Сакраментальных
фраз целителей
Сплетает со мною сити
Война не здесь?
Так я проситель ведь
Один с носителей
Пеку буклет мыслительный
Буклетом тем излитые
Мне б руку до звезды
Ей ландыш из весны
И этим все исписаны листы
Пускай расклады суетны
Я занятой свободой в будни
Не те что в мантиях
мне судьи
И суки не близки
Отступнику
Второй Евангелист
С редактами Луки
Набить партак
божественной руки
И копоть близ Москвы-реки
Фигуры в пластике нагих
Застыть на мнговение с золотом
Забыться
Фата и высота балконов
Прикинут фоново
Прикинуть всё на кон
И скинуть сотовый
Уснуть средь сот
В янтарном коробе
Черкать скрижаль
За ссору
Здесь вторит город скорбью
И лепестки бордовой кровью
Сыскать бы ровню в этой гуще
Но лучник всё твердит о косах сучьих
Десятину скидываю
Словно книжник
Точить лыжи
И косы бестыжие
Видать не нужны
В полях росы
босым тут топать сытым
На вдох весны
Отца котлы не стынут
Молодца, ступень достигнута
Посыл постиг я
От утра до утра
Братик муторный
Менять
жёлто-синие куртки
Пейзаж с окурками
Трущобы - утроба матери
Делить не с вами
весеннюю скатерть мне
Но созерцать как ястреб
камнем в небе
И класть как пекарь
И посему мой лекарь сияет белым
Застыть на мнгновение с золотом
Фата в балконах
В ладонях с холодом
No matter what thread sound
When a connoisseur
Sacramental
healers phrases
Weaves with me city
The war is not here?
So I'm a petitioner
One with carriers
Peku mental booklet
Poured out booklet
I would use a hand to a star
Her lily of the valley from spring
And with this all the sheets are written
Let the hustle and bustle
I'm busy on weekdays
Not those in robes
me judges
And bitches ain't close
The Apostate
Second Evangelist
Edited by Luke
Fill Partak
divine hands
And soot near the Moscow River
Naked plastic figures
Freeze for a moment with gold
To forget
Veil and height of balconies
Pretended to be background
Estimate everything at stake
And throw off the cell
Fall asleep in the middle
In the Amber Box
Scribble the tablet
For a quarrel
Here the city echoes grief
And the petals of burgundy blood
To find a match in this thicket
But the archer keeps talking about bitch braids
Tidy off
Like a scribe
Sharpen skis
And braids are shameless
Looks are not needed
In the dew fields
barefoot stomp full
To the breath of spring
Father's boilers do not get cold
Well done, the level is reached
I understood the promise
From morning to morning
Brother is dreary
Change
yellow blue jackets
Landscape with cigarette butts
Slums - Womb
Not sharing with you
spring tablecloth me
But behold like a hawk
stone in the sky
And lay like a baker
And therefore my healer shines white
Freeze for a moment with gold
Veil in the balconies
In the palms of the cold
When a connoisseur
Sacramental
healers phrases
Weaves with me city
The war is not here?
So I'm a petitioner
One with carriers
Peku mental booklet
Poured out booklet
I would use a hand to a star
Her lily of the valley from spring
And with this all the sheets are written
Let the hustle and bustle
I'm busy on weekdays
Not those in robes
me judges
And bitches ain't close
The Apostate
Second Evangelist
Edited by Luke
Fill Partak
divine hands
And soot near the Moscow River
Naked plastic figures
Freeze for a moment with gold
To forget
Veil and height of balconies
Pretended to be background
Estimate everything at stake
And throw off the cell
Fall asleep in the middle
In the Amber Box
Scribble the tablet
For a quarrel
Here the city echoes grief
And the petals of burgundy blood
To find a match in this thicket
But the archer keeps talking about bitch braids
Tidy off
Like a scribe
Sharpen skis
And braids are shameless
Looks are not needed
In the dew fields
barefoot stomp full
To the breath of spring
Father's boilers do not get cold
Well done, the level is reached
I understood the promise
From morning to morning
Brother is dreary
Change
yellow blue jackets
Landscape with cigarette butts
Slums - Womb
Not sharing with you
spring tablecloth me
But behold like a hawk
stone in the sky
And lay like a baker
And therefore my healer shines white
Freeze for a moment with gold
Veil in the balconies
In the palms of the cold