Loc-Dog - Три вместо одного - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Look how there will be three of me instead of one, criticism flatters me and gives me a pass, even a reason

Press the rocket button, house rules my destiny, I'm like a wolf, but heads, heads, heads

They will laugh, roll like a bun, but there they will see a shaved forehead and will be eaten by cunning foxes.

Listen to me, what I talk - free speech flow, line killer.

Shove the revolution deeper into yourself, son, I will self-destruct in a puddle with the reflection of an unshaven *bastard in a movie.

This will seem like a suicidal deviation; you will be dependent on an already recognized genius.

Fuck it, I’ll be waiting in the subway for my carriage, I don’t care who came up with what, making millions of enemies

And the world is such that you have to fuck everyone, I know how to do it, I forgot to patent it.

Here, come out of the depths, in the desire to just calm down, I took and tore out my only nerve by the roots,

It would have hurt, but it was too late, because there was no nerve, only nails and stars and a shelf of fresh and white things.

I took it, then he took me, then we gave the stone for gold and exchanged it for a money changer,

Then the trees waved their arms in the morning, the grass splashed, and my memory didn’t know what to do with itself.

They took vodka and did not indulge, and like gentlemen they simply said: “Let’s relax, baby.”

They took vodka and did not indulge, and like gentlemen they simply said: “Let’s relax, baby.”

And away I went, the power turned over in me, the black barrel at my temple let out a loud cry,

The executioner’s hand was shaking, I shouted: “Shoot!” The cartridges missed the brain.

And away I went, the power in me turned over, the black barrel at my temple let out a loud cry

The executioner’s hand was shaking, I shouted: “Shoot!” The cartridges missed the brain.

They turned on the gas and we fell on the grass, laughing, ha ha.