unnv - Жопой по бумаге - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

My faith is unshakable.

Voice of the underground: your fashionable party is passing by.

I'm in robes, my thoughts sparkle beautifully.

The soul is playful, I clench my fists

I draw truth from concrete masses.

A terrible force, the world around is settling.

Inside the crystal lights melted and faded away

You and I are hardly alone here

I am a guide of my own path

I'll lay down my bones, but I'll walk

Erasing feet, wearing out pedals

Palms covered in old calluses that rose from the bottom

Spring smells like shit, white melts on a spoon

We will all make it to where you are dragging your decrepit body

The cone was smoldering, love was white chalk

I write this word on the asphalt, which warmed my heart.

Let every homeless dog become a beacon

When the inside drains cold and there is a lump in the throat.

I'll fuck you like a whale, I'd eat you whole for lunch

And I don’t give a fuck about clouds and thunder, I hit my veins with a muzzle,

I'm coming

Fuck it's not the weather here, take these melodies out on a water ship

Or at the bottom, which is in fashion, with a bottle of feces

Look into your own eyes and shit in your own fuck.

Fucked on the timpala, left on the pads,

So much dope here settled like smoke in my lungs.

Life was so disruptive: it took a lot of beatings,

But the good thing was that the strong one didn’t fuck itself up.

Rhyme by beat, bam,

Brain scan, bulbulators in the entrances to dry lips

With red eyes I am killed, but not by you,

I took your path, my truth is behind the buoys.

Stay on the shore, otherwise you will drown, little one,

The father beats like a shovel, the end is leaking.

The cue ball has quieted down, but I don’t give a fuck, I’ll continue to fuck,

Even through the cough from hashish and this porridge, let it knit, and everyone who I tell, it doesn’t matter to me your “important”

My faith remains in me and warms my insides with meaning

Don't stick your sting here, the world amazes, interferes,

There is doubt in friendship and it becomes more expensive.

Burning, burning, burning

Somewhere in my chest there are paths left,

Carry yours and carry, kneading dough is my style

Everything is not eaten away and mine is no longer pulled to the bottom

You can see the window in it, the light of these houses, floors,

Didn't poke knives in the back, didn't live like scum or a rag

For justice and that's it, this is a jackass grab

Have a nice ganjubas, remember this is a noob

This hip-hop from the entrances is not for the bastards and the masses

And I fuck you fuck you fuck you

I smear lines on the walls

Like an ass on paper

I will decorate this life.