Мир не без

Author: The Third Way
Title: Fist 2
Album: 12 Burime

[Rustaveli]
I can not stop hate,
Stretched nerves like steel,
My views, I know many are not pleased to me on the battlefield
Among the powder hunters lust
Look for the heads of those who can still see
It can hear, can speak, who do not put it on the mouth lock
He could not, would not, someone knocked over
Oh, God, how little light in this dark dungeon
But, according to his throat dirty knowledge and doubts
I have heard the view that the rise that fall like,
Baby loses the roots with brains
Also I know, see, hear creaking screws
Lean your cripples and corpses fabricated

Chorus - 4 times
[Rustaveli]
While there are two fists at me, two faithful friends
[Kuzmitch]
Stay away from me, bitch!

[Dwarf]
Curves signs at the end of sentences
Questions without answers, adolescent self-immolation
What we are looking for the meaning, you judge for yourself:
If only there were mani mani on the pocket
Our morality has become materiality
Here's the reality, there were blind weak
What is the joy of being in the thickness of the purse?
Forgetting about the rules, we have to rvёmsya
Who threw who steal and kill someone
There are no saints. Of the ten five
It has long been necessary to close, well, everyone else
Chmyr possible for the behavior of false
Can eyes flatter (what?), And behind the snitch
Before the lads in the bar & quot; Murka & quot; hush
A home from Mom cigarettes nykat
Fingers bend, they say, turn their chores
And do six, sucking firmly
Whore more than normal people
You are looking for the meaning, and I lost, I was without fear
All I want to say: & quot; Go to dick! & Quot;

Chorus - 4 times