KIM - Казахстанская отрава - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

00: 22 (first verse)

I swallow in dust, I know for sure that I do not exchange gas shifting on the murmur of the crane

Or on the approach from the hall to hell with me your guard, guard marginal,

Captains, too, people - meat, too, wears the name, read how I can not

I have no potential I remember in childhood we were fed a salt from TeleEkran,

We rotted not weakly, believed in the best ideals, got my plans,

Ripped and threw Psalm, twenty first in this regard, a premature tribe,

On your page is empty, time to update the time, themed cell,

Sourre writes me comments, I spit on you with slums, here is my doggy thing, I drop in the night

How bitch you are not at the case, on my soles of frost, your bitch is a section,

I don't need to go away, you are bottomless, scary, killed. Like the homeless you are a dog, sell you for Ksiva.

01:07 (led)

My Commander is money, the appearance of the president, on the forest road, rush, dangerous path,

But blouse, the ringing of glasses or mold, the life of big people behind the cage, the state gives force only to those who lick between, to the line conscience, I'm in your work, shove us a trucker,

Kazakhstani refive, we are nations without stories, pump my truth, press me plus a fool

In the profile, I do not pretend to be on the point, just do it hurt.

01:30 (entry into the second verse)

I hear the whisper endless, we break his shoulders, block him a way out, let him answer, since it is brave, undressing your weakness, the sinning gives pairs of wings, but without lying can not be restrained, and I break the letters without lying

01:41 (second verse)

Tell me who of you here, glowing with unrestrained, cut Vienna or fought, from the longing burned and methyl, but I restrained, without costs, patient and crazy, in silence to sit for me forever, you walk the crowd to warm up, you shouted to me, but, Honestly, since tomorrow you have a pancake Tuchka, you are lawyers and me are flattering that the fogs and Lhacelesy only opened to me in childhood, only I prayed with my heart, closing myself from the worldly human. Weave the leaves of dreams sad, hand in a fist of sorry, blood over the papers, autumn covered by the smell of cemetery, the heart is crushed, but not crushed

02:15 (chorus)

My Commander is money, the appearance of the president, on the forest road, rush, dangerous path,

But blouse, the ringing of glasses or mold, the life of big people behind the cage, the state gives force only to those who lick between, to the line conscience, I'm in your work, shove us a trucker,

Kazakhstani refive, we are nations without stories, pump my truth, press me plus a fool

In the profile, I do not pretend to be on the point, just do it hurt.

03:24 (led)

My Commander is money, the appearance of the president, on the forest road, rush, dangerous path,

But blouse, the ringing of glasses or mold, the life of big people behind the cage, the state gives force only to those who lick between, to the line conscience, I'm in your work, shove us a trucker,

Kazakhstani refive, we are nations without stories, pump my truth, press me plus a fool

In the profile, I do not pretend to be on the point, just do it hurt.