A feather is stuck in my heart,
It oozes blood,
And if you will,
He won’t come back,
I’m sorry, but we have stenches,
Like the marshes at the head of the bed.
Believe it or not,
But there are many turfs in life,
And if in the dawn of years,
You’re your own man, believe me.
When it arrives,
Only the north will save me,
And if you’re safe,
It will only be clover.
Watchdog
Your nickname, of course, is Watchdog,
Fits your collar,
You’re torn and I want to let go,
But you’re not coming back bandit bos,
I’ll let you go, but only for a moment,
If you run away, you’ll want to eat.
When you come back, I know where to look for you,
You’ll hide in
the yards opposite, You thoroughbred one, dragging your fate,
So, you’re not a mongrel, you should know
You went to the hunters, for nothing,
You don’t like cats to cheat.
City streets, schools, and burrs
City streets, schools, and burrs
Cars, soccer fields, like aliens,
We go to warehouses, gyms, and clubs,
We are like a detached generation, would,
But let’s just say we wanted to be like,
Our grandfathers and fathers, passed all the stages, a sign,
Courage, and were tomboys in the streets,
Grew up not in Moscow, but also here there are, patsy on behah,
What set the tone for the rest of bosota, nah,
You can’t bury these years, crooked and in bots,
Not from Guchi, we were hanging around, but in ordinary gray cross-country shoes,
Knead the lowdown with bolted feet,
If you ask if you have any regrets about the past years,
I will answer that no, it would be worse for us in the dungeons,
And if you must live, you must have pepper in your veins,
And to die, so without bitterness, on hard knees.
There Is A God
God is, he is not in Buddhism simply,
Buddhism is, he is not in God simply,
We are not the first Civilization in Kosma,
Samsara and Nirvana were always on Edge.
The Planet circles around the Sun,
A Disk of Gold glorifies Names,
We live, suffer, die and go to Heaven,
We are children of the Planets, dying in Nirvana.
There will be Heaven and Hell, everything is measured by life,
There is retribution, for sins according to Genesis,
But everything is temporary, we are in God, in the Son, in the Spirit,
Entire Nations, Mountains, And Everything Are Suffering.
Sanya is the same old one
Sanya is the same old,
He breathes White Sea,
There would be money for Prestige,
But he’s a loyal dog to the country.
When we were in the lava,
We were together, here’s the crash,
Since then, our Metropolitan,
Everyone pays the least.
The task is given by fate,
To raise the country,
Why does it bloom then,
Europe is full of flowers.
Sanya is loved by the country,
I don’t have a penny in my pocket,
Cars rustling loudly,
Satan himself leads.
North
North is not south, it is cold,
It is covered with snow, all taiga,
Miracles are around every corner,
There are bears walking barefoot.
Northern Lights at once,
Decorated the sky all for you,
Cranberries, wild garlic for you and me,
This place was chosen by fate.
Here people work, grow,
And they get married here too,
And friendship is Siberian,
One holds Cities together here.
More from Danila
More from Danila,
After the power coup,
Danila himself, too,
Not inferior to Gaucher,
Still, Roman has,
Summer cottages in the Caribbean,
And at Petya and Valya’s,
In cubic meters more,
Well, they ask Vova,
Take care of widows,
More at Karina’s,
Mercedes, Niva,
At the bandit Pasha’s,
There were two Natashas.
Chocolate chips
Chocolate chips,
May I eat with you,
I’ll smear the corner of my mouth,
But then zatru made love,
Chocolate chips,
I loved to eat a lot since childhood,
I didn’t like cheese and ryashka,
We lost a lot of crumbs,
Chocolate chips,
You’re from memory basket,
You’re as sweet as a gift of carrots,
And it’s so hard to improve.
Opium
How much is opium for the people,
Ask how generous nature is to us,
Lenin, he was the first to praise the box,
Now on the box is his anthem,
Proletarians of all countries twist,
People from the people stir up,
Muti b hymn another, because they look,
But