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Text: Don Lee, the Volga flows. Knapsack on shoulder. Breast pain - where the stash is opened by the crowbar, not a wrench. How many miles more? The short flights were not counted. A long, dusty Sanchez, a van full of boxes of merch. Believe - lucky our bed is portable. The minstrel - in two ways: office party, or house concert. Schemes of the same type. All MC now. Because creating change, we have achieved a paradigm shift, Now rap - party. Battlow have produced, I look in the mirror of the type "How many troubles have you done!?" I used the REP enslaved, but all the time. The industry nervous TIC, valocordin – stenokardii. Gather court, but the winners are not judged. We are the first CRO-magnon man - we've run out of people. Not pizdi! I put to you, servants, fivefold, After all, we are much like the jaw of Pithecanthropus. All my REP, if briefly, about the fact that Already that year, of that city under the sole. In the mount when rushing. Then downhill when sick. I'm not that of Gulliver, yet the city under the sole. The city under the sole, under the sole. Traffic lights of the state duty, fees and customs. I don't know Ford or at the bottom of this track. You live under the thumb, I have a city under the sole. Past the poplar trees and ripe grain fields, Where cast Yesenin, the cross, prayer service, firs. From van I see the earth, see the sky above it. We shall overcome, if not, I'm not Aquarius. Our earth heats singles like puppies. Was a stranger, but Ochre, Damage, Ilya is more than family. Bomb night composing that got stuffed. I so wanted to belong to something bigger than myself. The world is empty, though every second peranakans. I'm not a biorobot with a positive Liboi Komsomolets. Hey! Spare me your panaceas. Paracelsus home for me ebashit – an end in itself. Tired? We do not care, Tony stark, as standard. A couple of countries, highways. Krasnodar, Tatarstan, Moskvabad. Passport, the DIN of the stage, snapped. Though MKAD from the start, even for Madagascar. (You know!) All my REP, if briefly, about the fact that Already that year, of that city under the sole. In the mount when rushing. Then downhill when sick. I'm not that of Gulliver, yet the city under the sole. The city under the sole, under the sole. Traffic lights of the state duty, fees and customs. I don't know Ford or at the bottom of this track. You live under the thumb, I have a city under the sole. Give me strength here is not to roll and not break. There is a route and is on the track of settlement And there we are today. A whiner, don't be feminine. Ruslan in the deck of the soundtrack to the journey. Again eblo sasano again rise before dark. Again the vest, again the road, bag over his back. All hastily, in a field of shit, rain, overcast. The bridge in Asgard - after, may just get lucky with transport. I make each verse a self-portrait. Hour to check, read the rap as a speech therapist under the makeup. The stencil on the parapets: the logo on the wall everywhere. My teaching - all as Magomed Baphomet. I - star? Give a warm blanket and hood Napkins to wipe your ass - and all the mark of "Good". Before we said "I would be with him to explore not go." I'm with you on the tour did not go - you not pass inspection. (Free, you know!) All my REP, if briefly, about the fact that Already that year, of that city under the sole. In the mount when rushing. Then downhill when sick. I'm not that of Gulliver, yet the city under the sole. The city under the sole, under the sole. Traffic lights of the state duty, fees and customs. I don't know Ford or at the bottom of this track. You live under the thumb, I have a city under the sole.