Etallon - Хата - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The hut is not suitable for housing, we cut into billiards,

Plowed fuckers, there is nothing to lose from the pits,

The hookah is smoking, poison is falling asleep, plans under the plot.

Do not walk along the wastelands, do not trumped in trifles.

We will collect to stab these rich piglets.

If I do not find success, relatives will not forgive

I will not be able to look into the eyes, the local hungry will be kid.

My brother, the nailed car is studying the code

And we rak a bonus in your apartment,

We do not need a pass and do not need a compass

In any topic, to see the benefit of a regular tone.

So beg Khary to untie.

I wipe your shoes with your rubbish shoes,

Do not slow down with elbows, needles under the nails,

The villains pull the cable and a stone on the neck of the shelma.

My chain will wait

I am born

And trained on the street.

Billions, worthy of the best foundation,

In each thickest, I see a puddle, clouds, heaps of new buildings.

Minor problems spill out of the windows

They break out of the rooms, surviving a hitchhiking.

Afraid, fight, a little further than my threshold

Someone got into the gateway in the light of headlights

The cope is knitted to comb the crushed stone when - a treasure in the skull, to the garbage headlights,

Click - clack in the skull.

I have never hung on a board.

I am a robber that came off the calculation of the ladies.

Our hole for you is a slums of trash,

You envy me, still.

I am wild with rage in my eyes, not a friend, everyone is pleasant. We will sit down, we will not leave in your hut no traces of the struggle of no stains nor bones are not dents not people, not dough not whores.