Special 1
Om , I'm Dunai...
Creator of "BuddhaMindCorporation".
Story behind the song
Russian Underground rap
Lyrics
It we it we, successors of the Europe!
Who here the most courageous in harmonous numbers of Hip Hop?
To whom it is not sat, to whom it is sawn to whom drinking?
To whom âàùå that is allowed - to finish plainly,
Who has not solved there is it dog or the wolf...?
On a shelf old manuscripts - drop beams,
Volumes leaved ideas - to poets put in wheels of a stick
But the world such various - dirty, and pulls
At times to touch its hand
With each new purpose old one leaves for another,
And not having started to exist, drop the drunk body on a bed,
To forget that you to whom that that that promised, to tell lies to itself about that
Who you are.
sellected and to procrastinate only that about what it would be desirable to think,
The destroyed body in a mirror to examine and smile,
To put all forces what on fair to not be cut,
To forget searches - diligence, up to a limit to be killed,
like that would would be desirable is forgotten and to stop to try,
Life useful still to any whom except for itself...
