Still - Malibu - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I take this flame with me so that when I exhale I don’t start a fire in the city, which is a pity.

We burned out the quarters, and you pressed on pity, fried stones on the ball, forcing us to breathe.

They ran, accelerating their pace, almost falling into the kingdom of crystals, paths of dots and nirvana.

More expensive are the kidneys, lungs and mind, but where to go if after this phrase there is a relaxation phase.

Maza all at once, on Sesame Street they won’t ask for your passport, but they’ll let you in for meat,

Elm Street, where there are 8 Fridays in a week, makes you cling, you will go crazy here, because it is just an abstraction.

Don't come here. The waves will cover you, you are a free bird, but here you will settle as if in prison.

It's a nightmare. Your Calypso has sunk and your ambitions are slowly fading away.

Don’t come to mind until they call you to Malibu, Valium replaces palm trees for us, and Excalibur replaces the microphone.

Sleepy Hollywood is killing us, but we are still here, closing the circle.

Although we survived here, they did not know that Sherwood Forest was held by Robin Hood.

It’s better not to interfere when the demon hits you in the head, blood revenge for those who died here, but we will arrange God’s court, we will arrange God’s court.

In a frantic fire, you ran after the rabbit, in search of a dragon for the feat, into the catacombs.

But by evil irony, I turned out to be a minotaur, having previously been reflected in death in the eyes of the bravest.

Lacerated wounds as a keepsake, scars, traces of napalm - punishment for you or heavenly mana.

Much lower than heaven, a little higher than Magadan, we are devouring your fans under an acid hail.

IF YOU CAN, GO OUT AND TAKE YOUR CITY BACK!!!

While your office was making faces along the contour,

I broke the patterns and shackles of the evil city.

From a flock of sad clowns, I became a muzzled doctor.

Reprises of my life often with screeching thoughts in the morgue

They drag you half a flight to the scaffold beyond the horizon,

And the city of roads has died, you have been chilled for a long time.

After all, Malibu is like a morgue for fools.

A couple of fists in the fuck is the result of your career, son, in the bag and overboard.

Why do you need problems with those whose words are like a screw through a vein.

Sets you up for treason, bringing you down to earth.

Here, either you are the first, or with those who are first.

Either you are against the system, or in this system you are gray.

Take action, because in the field of rap you are not competent,

The herd of new generations has become a shadow of old achievements.

The pine box is crying for you, our city is dragging a gloomy light while we trudge in the darkness.

The teaser for new releases will give you base thoughts.

The virus will burst out, like Vista, your brains will hang here.

Buy back the meaning and get used to the fact that you are nothing more than an impurity.

I put you through a filter and attacked you with the power of thought.

There won't be enough bullets to kill thousands of envious people within firing range.

But a couple of seconds will decide your fate.

We'll just let it go around the world, scattering it in the wind.

The ashes of the feathered bitches that climbed through the thorns to Malibu.