Standing on The Roof I saw Boxes shining
Russian Intellegent RAP-HOP from uderground...
Special 1
Om , I'm Dunai...
Creator of "BuddhaMindCorporation".
Story behind the song
I sit and creat that.
Lyrics
The street is shined not loudly,
Banks are scattered-
ñäåñü there were punks, the Ode to Egor
On a wall,
On a balcony hang ñàíêè,
Remains food for cats,
One more become wet external parapet stuff
As if the dead man a black window,
Loop of patches of light, I translate a sight,
On wheelbarrows that cost in a number,
Faded tone - have almost cut down all
sheet, dark foliage, crones fifty years
That else as that paint Heap of boxes
From concrete, a minor to add and there will be a mourning,
Soon turn, this city frightens me,
Confuses in the networks as if a spider,
million hands, have left here a trace,
I have almost gone blind I remember when met a dawn,
Having got on the highest in it region a crypt.
Having inspected all around, has cut, that I have wanted
To leave in any new place suddenly, I would get in a same place,
And a vicious circle, and milliards servants,of progress have captivated
To all, stamping medicines-drugs for stress, interest do not give rise
Properties press o f L.V in a pocket-
Skunk pieces did not rescue, from an idea that i'm fucked'up,
Have placed in a shelter, have turned off engiene, have stretched the sky,
Have shown in prospects deep distances, even meal giving to me,
Whether but have not asked I want it 4 real...
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It's is not right translate
? cos i use Computer Translator from my mailService system...
But, to many RussianContext ideas in it, unfartunateble it is not translateble...:]
