Многоточие - Москва... - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Sell ​​the soul, sell the body, in this city everything has its own price

An injection in a vein, a shot at point blank, a long conversation about how good it is to live here - a broken with*ka.

I am the voice of those who grew up on the outskirts of the capital, where the truth is a splinter in the heart, are broken by spirit.

Who saw the sun here? I have not seen! ** Lands under the dirty glass of the bus

Every day I watch how mansions for gnomes grow, with*ka, how did all this get me, mom.

Moscow burned out for nothing, without a fire, once was so good,

There was a pit for Navar, without a tanning cigar. Musical TV, all paparazo

And the producers are together - F*ck you motherf*ckers, fill the mouth of all unfulfilled geniuses,

To the prophets, the messiah that the throat is torn to "Allillui", there is no more God, but money in bulk

Here even what was called invaluable.

Moscow. Whoever gets here once disappears, no one will figure out what this city breathes.

Moscow. Whoever was born knows what we are talking about and a new turn of events takes the city under the wing.

Moscow. Whoever gets here once disappears, no one will figure out what this city breathes.

Moscow. Whoever was born knows what we are talking about and a new turn of events takes the city under the wing.

Unjust me handcuffs, I can’t do it anymore, without jokes, mom, all this got me for a long time,

Little money, little, among the feces, rap - more trep, there is no music, for that everyone got pregnant temporarily

Yesterday, a neighbor told how cool on fascist sites, pictures of corpses, he will go on a gathering tomorrow (o ** eat)

But everyone does not care what is happening in Cybermire, it will be too late to think with a hole

In the head in its large apartment on the floor, this is an infection in the very center of the city that the regions are sent to fashion,

In which a bunch of millionaire fagots are mutating water, where for the sake of hypocrisy

Schl*hi, bars of discos, n*rnobiblioteki, children, small children, with a injured future,

Running at a steep angle and this is my house, my Galia Berlog,

In which all my neighbors forgot God!

Moscow. Whoever gets here once disappears, no one will figure out what this city breathes.

Moscow. Whoever was born knows what we are talking about and a new turn of events takes the city under the wing.

Moscow. Whoever gets here once disappears, no one will figure out what this city breathes.

Moscow. Whoever was born knows what we are talking about and a new turn of events takes the city under the wing.

People make money, make people money, my capital was choked in a puddle of low passions.

I see how the show business clowns cut millions, on the void of consciousness, universal misunderstanding,

The city lives, the system works clearly: gingerbread in the teeth, and silently under the whip.

The drawn happiness is dripping saliva from the screen, on these streets advertising is the right hand of deception.

Prepare money, you can’t buy freedom for free, in this damned hole everything is multiplied by I-fold.

The principles of the soul are not so long ago exchanged to parts, the zone of infection is growing - here is money in power.

Moscow. Whoever gets here once disappears, no one will figure out what this city breathes.

Moscow. Whoever was born knows what we are talking about and a new turn of events takes the city under the wing.

Moscow. Whoever gets here once disappears, no one will figure out what this city breathes.

Moscow. Whoever was born knows what we are talking about and a new turn of events takes the city under the wing.

Moscow. Whoever gets here once disappears, no one will figure out what this city breathes.

Moscow. Whoever was born knows what we are talking about and a new turn of events takes the city under the wing.

Moscow. Whoever gets here once disappears, no one will figure out what this city breathes.

Moscow. Whoever was born knows what we are talking about and a new turn of events takes the city under the wing.