МАЛЫЙ КРИСТАЛЛ - Огневой Рубеж - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The first of the three tracks scattered by the album, which I will allow myself to conditionally designate the word “hymns”. They swing the halls and let those who come to understand what these piles of speakers are capable of. The sound sparkling and juicy. Volodya, without any drawing, throws his usual evening in words, taking place three to four years ago (now he, thank God, is different). The phrase "sorry for the labor" is striking with its spontaneity. The small one is in no way inferior in anything, as if by chance by dropping the proposal “wings will burn to paradise”, one of those that Sanka do

unique Emsi. The sounds repeated as a spell “EM -O” are not an attempt to call the spirit of the still living smoke of the Moscow Region and have nothing to do with emo. The abbreviation means only the Moscow region. For the first time, scrapps from DJ All Z appear.