БЕРМУДСКИЙ ТРЕУГОЛЬНИК - АБСТРАКЦИЯ - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The abstraction is changing, only the music warms, the style has become stronger, the rapper is juicy, it blows smoke, the world is gasped, I will leave the word on the walls, our work is a semantic trial, in the morning a drying in my mouth, I am not a passage to indicate the path, everyone else He himself chooses where to step up the shoes, pulls the sky behind him as the beauties pull, so fuck the Bermuda triangle uan, remain his dreams or get into the trash, I will hide my backpack, I will not be seen on my shoulders, I will not be seen this evening, I write here at night, I write like a handwriting, like a handwriting Open, however, as the Samurai sword is heated, I'm not from a wolf flock, and not a street pyus, you will remember this as the first splif twisted

I threw a look at the city

Inhaled the frosty air

A passerby will ask you

But you look so askance

You know what the truth is here

You know how to live here

You are not a brother

Tell me advice

Gray everyday life near Daltoniki and Down,

Damn an ​​evil genius, forgotten by Fauna,

Zales in a concrete forest, and a dirty sauna,

Not expecting from life, such a napaun,

spit on laws, breaking the system,

Leaving the patamks here, the bits on the walls, respects on the scenes, here there is a change, sunset and dawn, an album of the representative,