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My Fortress

It seems it all ended, stopped in its tracks and went no further.
But there's something new even in the brittle pages of an old book.
Facing the wind head on, time heals all wounds.
But, what's there for me to do sitting on the sidelines? I'm always on top.
 
I bite off a piece and spit it out, not looking where.
Hands blackened with soot, while thinking it's chocolate.
But, when cornered in quicksand, an ox can break through a wall.
We all have such a wall. I, like a stone, can change my river's flow.
 
And you're stronger than everyone thinks .
Ask your grandfather, how the people lived after the war.
You can't lose faith. Stand with your feet firmly planted on the ground.
From the middle of a swamp, you can reach dry land.
 
Let them whistle and tug on your shirt behind you.
The burden is heavy, and it's hard to breathe.
Don't give up. Don't bow down.
You'll find a new destiny to replace your old one.
 
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My fortress will eventually become as hard as stone.
My fortress is my body under these clothes.
My fortress is faith, love and hope.
My fortress will collapse if its foundation cracks.
My fortress is this body under my clothes.
My fortress is faith, love and hope.
 
If you've blown a gasket, and your block's run dry,
you can blame everything on the blacks and of course the Jews.
It's easier to break a jaw or a nose
than stop cooking dope on that spoon.
 
You can listen to rap that tells the truth, while waling on a punching bag.
or you can listen but not hear, by beating yourself around the ears.
It's rare to find someone with a healthy mind and body.
But a soul can fly, and flesh locks you in a prison cell.
 
Such dirt sticks with us, if you don't take a rag and wipe it off.
Biting like a dog won't save you from the inevitable rocking-chair.
Yes, I'm well aware that I don't know much.
On your way to God, there's no faster way than the one-legged.
 
Let conscious be your guide, sounds beautiful.
But some people's conscious let's them rape when they're young.
If you look you'll see that crackers are more delicious than hunger.
So, don't give up, or you'll just get beat down.
 
[Chorus] x2
 
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Cloud

I was looking for you on the roofs, in the basement
Where everyone is good, but good is not enough
You found me by mixing up the floor.
And now - you are mine, this is our address
You know my answer: 'Of course very much'
I can hear your liver pulsing
And how your lungs breathe air
One person now consists of two
 
I scratch you with my stubble
Remember, I'm your last man
Eyeballs, mammary glands -
Stronger iron and smarter fox
And when you give birth to my son;
I do not fall asleep until morning, experiencing much
White baby smelling white bread
And looking at us cornflower sky
 
My dear, I'll die, become a cloud
Over your head with you not to be lonely
In flight, on the plane, press against the glass
I will wait for you in the sky for a kiss
 
My dear, I'll die, become a cloud
Over your head with you not to be lonely
In flight, on the plane, press against the glass
I will wait for you in the sky ...
 

To Meet The Sun

The mistress of the industry puts on her throat my cast-iron heel,
every word of your mouth must be proportional to the bucks.
Getting into the emotion of productivity raises the scale,
on Friday, people should forget about working at our fun ball!
You must like, make a strong like in the village,
calculate and shoot down the whole life of the same strike,
bang on the string, which everyone in himself must have pulled,
Happy New Years Eve Sale, this is not art, this is porn.
 
Come on, as it was yesterday, you believe the former foundations,
Here the filing is necessary, as was then in Alcotester and Posyolkovyh.
You thought we were an entertainment center, throwing a coin and dancing,
Your disco is covered, bro, will remain our true.
You twist the mouse wheel, and interrupt the plastic crust,
but on the other hand, there are all those who trouble you with this news.
You are disappointed again and here you know nothing.
Come on, for ignition, we need only your dissipated comment.
 
This huge city seems empty to us.
We strike sparks on the plates.
This huge city suddenly cooled down for you.
You kindle the fire, and we will come to the smoke!
 
We were buried and wanted to forget the names.
but they did not know that we were seeds.
Mama winter blessed us (gray).
we sprout through the asphalt (virgin).
 
Sun rising (we all)
straighten shoulders (we all).
Sun rising (we all)
straighten shoulders.
We will straighten the shoulders!
 
Doll Masha, doll Dasha ... doll Chucky.
I Kuklachev, tied the cats, twist nunchuck.
Poplar fluff, heat, July, prevail.
Brother, Mother, do not grieve, take off the underside.
I do not Shainsky, we do not write songs for children.
Farewell, I loved you so much, your Promet.
All life is like a labyrinth, then I am Tesy, then Minotaur.
On the bookshelf, Obitel, My age, Vienna, Laurel.
We will not teach you, what am I teaching you slouching?
Don't forget, people, always have a choice, two chairs.
Between the viper and the toad, Odysseus, Scylla, Charybdis.
Well, what are you doing like a woman? Don't be scared, be strong, jump!
 
Above your feet from the earth, above the roof, above the sky,
right, left, This is all just for consumption.
Above your feet from the earth, above the roof, above the sky,
right, left, This is all just for consumption.
 
We were buried and wanted to forget the names.
but they did not know that we were seeds.
Mama winter blessed us (gray).
we sprout through the asphalt (virgin).
 
Sun rising (we all).
Shall straighten (we all).
Sun rising (we all).
Straighten placards.
We will straighten the shoulders!
 
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Mom, We Are All Seriously Ill

The new message on earth is cracked,
The ancient serpent again deceived a woman.
Boil the blood, the heart burns with a flame
I will be the original magma, lava,
A burning head in his personal logbook
A falling star that was not expected anywhere.
If the sky today does not give me rain,
That even the stones of Palestine are cracked with thirst.
 
A day will be late
An hour later it will be late
In a moment the Earth will cover with fire.
If the keys do not fit the door,
Then knock the door down.
 
Mom, we are all seriously ill
Mom, I know we all went crazy.
A day will be late
An hour later it will be late
In a moment the Earth will cover with fire.
Mom, we are all seriously ill
Mom, I know we all went crazy.
A day will be late
An hour later it will be late
In a moment the Earth will cover with fire.
 
Steel beaks of plastic birds
Torn the flesh, promised Paradise, tore the liver.
While the son of man broke five loaves,
We destroyed the world, broke our foreheads, crippled ourselves.
You must be strong, be independent,
Fight, otherwise, why should you be?
And the cost of phrases, what fools say,
Equal to zero when only the strength of the hand is important.
 
A day will be late
An hour later it will be late
In a moment the Earth will cover with fire.
If the keys do not fit the door
Then knock down the doors with your shoulder,
 
Mom, we are all seriously ill
Mom, I know we all went crazy.
A day will be late
An hour later it will be late
In a moment the Earth will cover with fire.
Mom, we are all seriously ill
Mom, I know we all went crazy.
A day will be late
An hour later it will be late
In a moment the Earth will cover with fire.
Mom, we are all seriously ill
Mom, I know we all went crazy,
Mom, we are all seriously ill
Mom, I know we all went crazy,
Everyone is seriously ill
Mom, I know we all went crazy.
 
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Lyudmila (Людмила)

You're so stupidly in love -
He turned out to be scum,
As the girl in hysterics fought,
 
Climbed onto the window sill naked.
 
Shouted - that rushes down,
Shouted: “I beg you, come back!”,
 
And you laughed like this:
'Haha, Foolish, naive weakling, haha!'
 
They all need a mother, a nurse,
And you want Lyalka, look -
There are either half-days or alkobydlo,
You're in the juice - it's so insulting.
 
Being a fish in an iron can,
Burn like tank crews in a tank
And who will come to set you free?
You're Mallory Knox, where is Mickey Bandit?
 
After all, you need an alpha male,
Hard as a drunken father.
And to fight you like a goat
And you were afraid of him like a thunderstorm.
 
Little girl sitting in the closet
And this puppy pissed, well.
You are a strong woman in the sawmill,
They have bitches, you have a piggy bank.
 
 Just drive them crazy
Just achieve yourself,
The relationship is a prison
Full of alien shit.
 
At the commemoration you danced and howled:
 
“Loved me! Loved! Killed! Killed! ”
 
At the commemoration, you danced and howled
She loved, she loved, wolf-Lyudmila.
 
Loved! Loved! Killed! Killed!
Loved, loved you bitch Lyudmila.
 
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Front Line

On television, this war will not be illuminated,
Although even gunpowder draws from the windows of buildings,
We just did not say that in the forty-fifth
The flag over the Reichstag became a red rag for the bull.
Today we are rags, and the golden calf is hooves
Backing up squeezes juice with loans.
We splash bile, humorous bitch
Request him for the prices to be lowered.
And we could consume and spend
Buying in debt as long as you have enough money to rent,
To show everything we do not have
That we are not the ones who are the ones we do not know
We are conquered from within, not from outside
Without the help of the weapon is much worse
And the nuclear charge is not needed in my country
It was looted, trampled, disassembled
 
Change morals, propagandize, lie
And here they look, broken from the inside,
They are blinded by shop windows, stoned
And if they are not killed, they are definitely wounded.
Who made it right that we shame and shame
What are our ideals are pinned to
And the ES Latin is crossed twice
Makes this world more choke
 
From time immemorial, people squeaked because of the good
Sincere, loving to destroy yourself
Shot forced time to run fast
Having built the pyramids from slave truths
The third eye is already among us, be vigilant
Do not miss the age of a person, do not be a spectator
Remember, worse bombs are propaganda
Take your brains, do not forget about the main thing.
 
One strip, a strip on the CD a year later
It is easy to throw a loved one when it is not before
Two strips on the test - it's a fly
In the ninth grade, this is an abortion
Three strips on the wrist is a scream for help
It will help, no, such as you do
Strips merge into one line
Bold, deep, long
The front line inside my country
Inside my city, inside such as you
Which side will I choose?
Or maybe I have a line
Vector from point A to point B
Transfer thoughts from me to you.
The time on the timer is twenty-five seventeen
The electorate's heads are supposed to blow up.
 
From time immemorial, people squeaked because of the good
Sincere, loving to destroy yourself
Shot forced time to run fast
Having built the pyramids from slave truths
The third eye is already among us, be vigilant
Do not miss the age of a person, do not be a spectator
Remember, worse bombs are propaganda
Take your brains, do not forget about the main thing.
 

She's Not Like Everybody Else

She doesn't smoke socially, she simply doesn't smoke.
Groupies who mingle with stars at the clubs and bars
envy her, and her clean sheets.
Every day they hate her more and more.
She doesn't take selfies on the beach or in her bedroom,
She doesn't stay in contact, isn't glued to Instagram,
and won't dance at all, to the latest songs.
Not that she doesn't care, she simply couldn't care less.
 
She's not like everybody else.
She's a (butterfly) 1 flying to the moon in Spring.
She drinks tea, as (hot) 2 as a dream, on the balcony.
She dreams of a son, upon a sapphire throne.
 
She's defiantly old-fashioned.
In her eyes, the universe's stars burn out in blazing (glory).
Her friends laugh at her, and family doesn't understand.
But, she'll wait for the one who can change everything. A man who's wiser than an (owl) 3 and ('slower' than a snail) 4. Her heart told her that it's time to jump into the (unknown) 5,
into another person's life, with her love, without rubbing it in your face. 6 But for you, her joy seems like a sad story.
 
She is not like everybody else.
She's a (butterfly) flying to the moon in Spring,
She drinks tea, sweet as a dream, on the balcony.
And it is a shame the world doesn't understand at all.
She dreams of her son on a sapphire throne.
 
  • 1. 'moth'
  • 2. 'strong tea'
  • 3. 'snake'
  • 4. 'stupider than a pigeon'
  • 5. 'hole in the sky'
  • 6. 'without showing off'
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Tracker

I was looking for Christ among crooked mirrors
Where the bark burns in the fires
Where the lips all silent about miracles
Where that star is a memory in the eyes
I didn't see God, didn't see his light
Although the road led there, and there was someone's footprint on it
Next to mine. Someone's feet were walking
Desert winds, and footprints like the way to me
It was painful. Staggering like I was drunk
Enough for me. Water? No, this is weed again
No strength to go and there is no way
There are only one footprints - are mine
My faith was fading and so far from home
- I was always there - like a growl of thunder
- And the footprints? You've left me there!
- It was me who carried you in my arms.
 
Come out and stand on the mountain before him
And there, in the open space, see
How gusts of wind blows out the lights
And how it angers the sea. It burns.
 
Raw earth under your bare feet
You need a voice, you need an answer
You'll hear him
When everything becomes calm and the dawn comes up
I didn't want, I promise, it comes out
His noddle became a cherry dumpling
Juice dripped to the floor, stained the sneakers
This is just my 90s
I'm lying on the bathroom floor
So nice that it’s already bad - it's weird
Slides on the eyelids I rolled my eyes
We're on the carousel with moms like kids
The ferris wheel carries to the clouds
For what you did, the lawyer can't defend you
Worms will eat us, devils will fry us,
But I was forgiven, I was given another chance
And I would be entirely wrong
If I wanted to not remember all these things
And didn't say who stopped the wheel
I was saved by the Lord Jesus Christ
 
Come out and stand on the mountain before him
And there, in the open space, see
How gusts of wind blows out the lights
And how it angers the sea. It burns.
 
Raw earth under your bare feet
You need a voice, you need an answer
You'll hear him
When everything becomes calm and the dawn comes up
 

TXAP-16

The sunflower bowed its head, blazing sunset,
last whisper ' I will not forgive', the heat of burning homestead.
With the swing of the saber the milk of breast feeding mother
was mixed with the blood of baby, and the father.
This land is alive- bones, muscles, nerves,
the steel 'Tigers* and 'Panthers'1 took a chunk of her.
And those fields over the river still not plowed,
on them like a grass towards haven was risen grandpa Pavel.
The plant was bristling with the smokestacks, the peasant was grinding socket,
And suddenly on radio all-clear, signal- call Cthulhu.
Ivan burst with laughter-' be cursed the *marked one' 2
and choked on vodka, dehumanized, undone.
And after golden finger rings and rings made with blue tattoo
were dripping saliva and pawed the beautiful widow,
the eyes were blinded by rolexes, glitter of tooth crown,
but suddenly their matchmakers the grandchildren of Felix 3 send around
 
Life either beautiful, or in vain, or poor to some,
in short, everything in chocolate-
it's so good, you feel like vomit ...
By the way, what will happen next?
It's so good...
It's so good, you feel like vomit ...
Did you expect a better outcome?
 
Autumn is over, in the kitchen the flies are dead,
Bendigo walking through the forest- against the ground hit your head.
Like a Morse code, for us will blink the garland,
the first will freeze the most daring, the quickest one.
And how many times for you it should've been the end,
and you still do not die- what a good man.
And it seems that all the base was mowed down,
but silly woman giving and giving birth to a new one.
And if there is no war, we create the war for ourselves,
neither coast nor bottom, for the people- the country can go to hell.
And here again, either on prison bunk, or on the street lamp in the city,
the next passionary nullify morality.
And for the time being I'm simply a commentator,
but also someone's brother, husband, dad- commutator.
One day this chain on me will end,
and we we'll see each other through the breech-sight, my friend.
 
Life either beautiful, or in vain, or poor to some,
in short, everything in chocolate-
it's so good, you feel like vomit ...
By the way, what will happen next?
It's so good...
It's so good, you feel like vomit ...
Did you expect a better outcome?
 

Injured

It's so easy without a burden,
Fly like moth in a straightforward algorithm,
But remember, time has a barcode,
Time is a noiseless killer, hitman.
Shadow of a new day
Only an imprint of an ancient stamp,
And where will you meet me,
I'm also a slave of this damn lamp.
It's funny to die in a hangover.
Motherland, call,
But kill us gently -
We're soldiers of your love.
Drip-drip on the snow
Intricate blots.
How is it? Theres no us,
Just like in the song 'About Max'.
How are you?
Wandering around in the woods with a rifle.
How are you?
Moved to Thailand, left everything here.
How are you?
Watch, hear the voices.
How are you?
Buried everyone I wrote about.
By the cross on the apostle,
Be smart on your eyes, my poor people.
The inhabitants of the island,
Pray for us - we will not.
Will not wake the dog.
To stay away from this heaven is disgusts us.
Without time it's so easy to fly
In a straightforward algorithm.
It's so easy without a burden,
Fly like moth in a straightforward algorithm,
But remember, time has a barcode,
Time is a noiseless killer, hitman.
Shadow of a new day
Only an imprint of an ancient stamp,
And where will you meet me,
I'm also a slave of this damn lamp.
It's funny to die in a hangover.
Motherland, call,
But kill us gently -
We're soldiers of your love.
Drip-drip on the snow
Intricate blots.
How is it? Theres no us,
Just like in the song 'About Max'.
How are you?
Wandering around in the woods with a rifle.
How are you?
Moved to Thailand, left everything here.
How are you?
Watch, hear the voices.
How are you?
Buried everyone I wrote about.
By the cross on the apostle,
Be smart on your eyes, my poor people.
The inhabitants of the island,
Pray for us - we will not.
Will not wake the dog.
To stay away from this heaven is disgusts us.
Without time it's so easy to fly
In a straightforward algorithm.
 
Chorus 2 times.
You can hear the cry - I injured.
Tell me, old man, how to go to paradise.
How many books there were, but they're all lied.
Can be straight, but only on the edge.
Pale
The little prince Antoine,
Mississippi, Louisiana,
Pole, pointe shoes.
Mom, sorry, this jazz is like a liana.
Girl-girl, sing.
Your ray is always with you.
Rosin, soldering iron, solder.
You're like the sea, sand and surf.
He looks at your head
In the porthole,
And you're in the pillow, quietly
My aviator.
The closer to the sky, the harder it's to breathe, baby.
And this is hell in my head - a cell.
And if bent, then I'll survive.
Injured, crippled, shell-shocked.
In my shameless ugliness
To whom I then will be needed.
Forgive me, Hiroshima,
Forgive me, Dresden and Minsk,
But you people are so unbearable,
And your whole life is a whim.
Here it's not enough to gain altitude,
And then it must not be lost.
'I'll be a princess when I grow up,
But if you do, you're a whore.
And while you whine on the couch,
Hide into the catacombs.
Screaming, I press on the trigger
There's a bomb on your roof.
Chorus 2 times.
 
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