Стёпа SOLJ при уч. Вика Стриж - Гонг - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Chorus:

Gong, sounds and I hear, my round is finished.

We celebrate the victory, I laugh at the world.

I am jealous of a method, a word will be a matter,

I will be cheerful, cheerful, there will be a sea of money,

All the undershots are only somewhere in the field

I am through thorns to the stars, through the jungle, mountains,

I will not make my legs from the problems of worries

I am not some kind of villain, I am not a demagogue, not a demon of the year.

And my tantruming voice hear the walls of the house.

I am not from those areas where everything is divided evenly or where everything is easy,

You are cunts in chorus, they say the songs of laughter,

But without flattery, proudly, by the way without jokes, but if only on the grave the cross is not soon, then at least kill yourself, clown, sleep with grief, laugh, laugh, laugh

But I will succeed soon, I’ll move the mountain, this is all hip-hop, not for revenge, there is no aggression, pain, no depression, grief, there is rather a argument for you that my destiny is an outcast here, because my news Again, the Non -Nontovs, then my goal today is to make all my ideas gong.

The joyful story who will write to us.

Fortunately, we will be closer to our souls.

I believe in the world of good, we will instill in the gong

Once and for all, we will collect the fragments.

Chorus:

Gong, sounds and I hear, my round is finished.

We celebrate the victory, I laugh at the world.