TYSON OSTOMIN feat. Макс Топор - Восход - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

It smells again with a fried collapse,

The wheels are rubbing about the road to a forgotten place,

On the tail, a couple of bundles of bandits or peps, we cut the speed and press under 200.

Good morning from the edge where the muscle is cooked

And the soul comes to life, devoted to its pack, inside the firm like stone, leaves traces on my body. The way home and let health all the mountain

The microphone TYSON and Max ax and who are you if you have come to visit and did not say hello then throw the bones. A farm suit in life for you and all, more devoted and close people, new ideas filled with deep meaning, more dough in the largest numbers.

The light of my new faith shines through the window, the stars woke up and the moon rose instantly, the walls were shrouded in wild love for the hop, the abyss of my passion does not freeze in the veins. And who are we? Either people or people in masks, then it all started an ellipsis, caste, Masafaka is a custom -made style, let's explode and burn the wick.

They said ji we were out of luck

Make money flip my craft

Rum ruumes on the garden, let us be brought

Yes, we have rushed to twist this wheel

Veles good soul free thank you

to the angels that you don't let me get enough

Melner on the cheek power in a fist

We do not draw the roads draw Kolovrat circles

We live in ancestors turning pain into lines

Everything seems to be exactly but a little warmer in the area

The oath gave in the hall of glory on the bow

There was a time announced Vitya outlawed

I love my hometown will be sure soon will be restored

Wederman classic on lightning raised the gate

Not terrible cold and hunger of the length of the beards

Dried fruits Chernozem compote strategic fruit

While the West determines a person of breeds

Surround in a bucket of parachound training to the last sweat

Courage distinguishes a fighter from infantry

Happiness comes with an answer who you are