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Like air

Come on, let´s fly in a dream one more time
Come on, break all feelings in me
Come on, let go of my hands
Come on, kill the music in me
 
The pain of parting still gathers dust on the shelves
and it hurts so much even at a distance
and we stayed behind somewhere on the parvis*
and you are so close by, you are somewhere in my mind
Stars are falling, it's time to think
to dream and to postpone something
to write somber songs in order to show them to somebody
I don't want to tell about it
For what are these sad phrases?
Why are there salty tears on my cheeks?
You think you will always smother in questions
And, and you are my air
And it is so fucked up here without you
In a world of grey walls of asphalt and highways
somehow it is sudden and even a bit strange
And so many plans just collapsed here
 
Come on, let´s fly in a dream one more time
Come on, break all feelings in me
Come on, let go of my hands
Come one, kill the music in me (2x)
 
again you smile so sweetly
and somewhere inside me a voice says: don't believe it, it all sucks
it's not time yet, in fact no one believed it
But the pain of this loss is a tough bitch
Patience mate and only patience
It is not your fault that her feelings flew away like smoke
she has just forgotten it and doesn't want to remember
She possibly has beaten it and doesn't want to touch it
Fuck where she is now
With whom she is and with whom she is in love there
There is somewhere inside me so much confusion
This is love written on sheets
 
Come on, let´s fly in a dream one more time
Come on, break all feelings in me
Come on, let go of my hands
Come on, kill the music in me (3x)
 
*Porch in front of a church
 

Second wind

Salute to all close ones, salute to all sour ones,
To the party of the street Disco, entry strictly according to the lists.
You were at risk in the arms of a winter sketch.,
The output of the disc is close to the creators of stylish skills.
 
Life format worth the track numbers,
The underground redefined the fate for all.
A new album the second wind was born, (Second Wind is the name of this song)
Understand the meaning or merge with the party.
 
Came out, the time has come, waiting for a surprise,
The starting line-up will shake the quality of the release.
Gamora in the business, the labels are preparing visas,
What do you want? What are your whims for now?
 
Exposed the face in search of the prize,
We are respected by a lot of people from abroad.
Firm ambitions are boldly spread on beats,
The Gamora group is a deadly virus.
 
Click on play, record, released the beast.
Dense hip-hop lets you out the door.
Life like that ina bardel, but I am the director in it,
Gamora in the business, rap is like a sector for us.
 
Give me a bucket, give me water, give me a container,
I'm the sound champion, Sofia Rotaru.
I let the steam out, give the mic -give the heat,
A spark in the eyes, means there will be a fire here.
 
Quality, brother, is not the sister of talent,
And many machos often dropped it with a blunt.
Everything is free, let him be wrong,
This is Tolyatti on your front door.
 
We will return back quality with style,
Said 'crap', but nobody asked you.
Your mouth is on the grill, it's hard to hear you,
Gamora - Home until the last breath.
 
A landcruiser passed by, and I walked on foot,
The back covered from wind by a bag, amusing walk.
At the shop local punks with questions about,
How we live, hip-hop and live.
 
In the evening in the restaurant, in the morning she …
Whitefish with coffee, muddy Bonk, sidekick Beaton.
Boys are filled..., ... like a background,
Yesterday ... I did, and today he [will].
 
Again in speechcraft, we're too lazy to work,
It's musical ....
Would utter a syllable myself, then grabb the heels,
Could only evacuate, the breath is definitely dead.
 
Gamora itself in your house, in every car,
I bet you'll put it on repeat.
 
:~)

gamorq

Похуй кто ты,откуда,кого ты продал
Передай мне провод,это Тольятти город
За наших выпить повод,вашим хоп тут подан
Если пиздел - поломан,бляди в бэхе стонут
Извиваются,ааай как красиво пляшут
Франклин любит Даша,франклин любит Маша
Наша Раша, гордость Россия наша
Шлю за град *Аё*, Гамора дом это не ваша
Ломал систему,система наебала снова
Привет вам дядя Дима,привет вам дядя Вова
Хип-хоп homе - дома,dark лова лова
Эта собака перегрызла пидаров с района
Сышь сидя дома,мешай музу с фоном
с того пантона фантоны отправляют в кому
того мотал по роду,ты пидорок походу..
твоя шляпа-мода, во мне жуткий голод