Хронос ft Stеrжень - 3апах крови - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

part I

people feel the weakness of others,

and, having completed circles, return to the balance point.

To be afraid of junkies - don’t walk on pads,

but you are one hundred percent the guarantor of your happiness yourself.

it's time to rise, but something is not always right, and

streaks of failure - throwing all your strength into papers.

There is a simple secret here - if so, give it to us:

no one is trying to save private ryan.

someone else's success - when you are wounded, when you are numb

from troubles when someone else, and not me, has a Pandora's box - that's from a real, real aquarium

when you care so much about something that doesn’t care for anyone else.

someone else's failure is more valuable than your own success,

so until a new victim becomes attacked.

and flocks of sharks squeeze the ring, swimming

to the smell of the first blood of those who are just a little bit short

Etc:

one drop is enough to

the ocean of people opened the bloody carnage dark curtains,

the smell of success drives away enemies, guess what?

And the smell of blood is a reason not to give a hand...

part II

our Ural crew fucks on minik,

Winnipeg is powered by your text,

Why are you chattering, I decided, like king is back?

Operation Koenigsberg.

here two clowns hear a battle in their verses,

I'll put on a comedy for you - Mischa Barton,

Why are you screaming there?, hush, on the floor,

Darma, take your dicks out of your mouth when you write mouth guards

fucking fashionista Darma, no need for a gift, man,

there are two of us here,

Look, Sterzh, who they blatantly handed to us -

two dunces, in style, right?

your flow is from someone else’s shoulder, Kirya,

rap is not a lever - a weight, sadness makes peace with the truth.

but don’t be angry, dear, Bisi won’t be offended - you don’t have even a thousandth of a skill

Yes, the comrades don’t have enough, so he gives, and what an impudent person, huh?!

decided to get hyped up and get warm, he’s so fucking spontaneous, he’s calling him names impudently,

what the fuck is this? Naturally, the smell of children's blood attracted more serious fighters than you...

Kernel:

You ruined everything for yourself,

When they wanted to make meat, but I smelled blood

Yours caught it and hit double.

They can’t make Dasha such a hit, understand.

A rabble of assholes got the beat dirty,

These are idiots, there are no rhymes, no punches.

The piranha sensed the victims and has already

It's to the unfortunate ones that they gossip so quietly.

You recorded a rap - a nice little joke.

You burned yourself by fucking and you broke the record.

It was only big there in the area of the rings,

We pierced them right through, like subway lines.

Your rhymes are at the “bottom, cunt” level.

They hang on the stand “facepalm is looking for them.”

And my rap is neatly laid out to the beat.

You can't step into the river twice, but you can into your mother.

DHARMA! I say and hear “be healthy, brother!”

Making a stop for you is our goal.

DHARMA - this really sounds like swearing.

I call your mother “mutual responsibility.”

DHARMA! I jabbered and it barely came out.

Crap rhymes? No, have not heard.

Sudden pause? Breathe!

My rap is thin and high - it's a tower!***

Brrr! Chronos, exorcised spirit.

I'm an odor absorber, and I fucked him.

But we need to clap for the paradox in our couple.

We write from the piss because we don't give a fuck.

The blood type is on the sleeve, the smell is on the battle.

Our punchers are fagots, they kicked you in the ass.

This female will pile up and drown here.

Rod and chronos on the bat - you're double fucked.

chronos:

you are Count von 3nak, not Vlad the Impaler,

Fuck, you're boringly muttering words,

weakling, aiming to break, challenge

weaken - I will take a sip of your blood, and you bolt,

Chew and swallow.

Why are you yelling at a tattered cat like an oriole?

what rap, what are you talking about, you weren’t even there -

you are fake like chinese rebel time

we will arrange brutality for you,

crap flies from two cockerels,

praise their imitation of old traditions - why should we go to great lengths to follow an example, but the oxymoron is like a smart guy, doesn’t mow under the oxy, fig paradox, they say, it’s hushed up.

but bitch, of the two of us I am Svyatoslav,

but I hear him, but it looks like Svyat

pow!

three minutes of choice hassol,

bombanet - vaayleikum assalam,

we will certainly pass you, new guy,

since you haven't grown up to be an adult

you, berserkers, are no match for us,

because we fell into a rage from the smell of blood.

my one punch brazenly beat two,

I wash your mouth guards - it's a doublekill.

yo.