How Monks....

Hide fears,
We as ancient monks,
We bear a legend,
With itself about fighting spirit,
We do great business,
But to us throw the rests,
Such any more will not be,
We not so are bad.

I look at passers-by,
I look in their persons,
Their eyes don't burn,
Hearts don't live any more,
All that to what they aspire,
For what fight,
It is not necessary anything,
It is time to them to wake up already,
To regain consciousness,
And to break from itself these fetters,
To not break a word,
If there is no occasion,
I think on new,
Not as these clowns,
Which like cheerful,
Though also showers at them are broken,
Windows broken,
The moon in the sky full,
Thunder and lightnings come waves,
And crowds young become bad,
Because it now fashionably, beautifully and perfectly,
But only it is a fairy tale,
To me it is uninteresting,
To remain fair and to find a place,
And to do real business which my heart wants.

Hide fears,
We as ancient monks,
We bear a legend,
With itself about fighting spirit,
We do great business,
But to us throw the rests,
Such any more will not be,
We not so are bad,
Hide fears,
We as ancient monks,
We bear a legend,
With itself about fighting spirit,
We do great business,
But to us throw the rests,
Such any more will not be,
We not so are bad.

I go on city, on a megacity,
Someone on hands handcuffs,
Someone rolexes,
As strips plots I see,
Also I put verses,
About sorrow, about pleasure,
About that that at people on conscience,
I can earlier spoke nonsense,
But I have changed have matured and was typed wisdom,
Has overcome difficulties, was at a precipice,
But has not fallen has returned to bring to you it,
Pairs to let out because on heart it was much typed,
Constantly under a sight, destiny the call was thrown by me,
But it put me on knees and again in the sky lifted,
Painfully beat but then passionately kissed,
On a miscellaneous happened, a difficult life at me,
But the belief helps, all that I call love,
The soul has not lost, me wait великкие for a victory,
It only the beginning,
I don't go mad,
I don't sleep up to it is dark,
I cost on the bridge, behind a wall,
In a head war,
Idea only one,
All that has dropped out on destiny it will be accepted me up to the end,
In this theme not about discos, hear, I not great,
I wish to lower a microphone,
But through flours, through mountain of a hand take a microphone,
Easily these lines were born,
Rappers, you only hide fears,
We as monks,
We bear a legend,
With itself about fighting spirit,
We do great business,
But to us throw the rests,
Such any more will not be,
We not so are bad,
We bear a legend,
With itself about fighting spirit,
We do great business,
But to us throw the rests,
Such any more will not be,
We not so are bad,
We bear a legend,
With itself about fighting spirit,
We do great business,
But to us throw the rests,
Such any more will not be,
We not so are bad....