Black hora

Please, this is philosophy, son of the white horse.
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I am the creator of all lines, the bringer of peace and tranquility.
I'm not a flawless person because I'm not immortal, the gun will be on me too.
Who wastes his time on silly poems.
I'm someone who doesn't need hemp, God still beats me every day.
Who posts it on Facebook when he's in a bad mood.
Who sits sadly at the window hears the rhymes in the melody.
It's true and it's not a lie, although sometimes I feel like a bus hits me and I drop from 10 to twenty.
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There's a reason Attila is here, there's a party to go to.
[Reffrén]
We just gently push the foundation to rest.
The girls are dancing in their panties in front of us.
We drink the remaining booze in a mug.
Don't look for it, there is nothing wrong with it.
Your mom is calling, where are you silly goose?
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Our life is based on a fucked up world where even the blind go blind.
[Chorus]
Everything that is good becomes coarse, crooked, and destroyed!
The reality of our existence will explode, disappear!
We are left with the crisis of every day.
The rising and falling price of gasoline.
The street has a lamp, a bench and a stone table.
At the end of the road, you suck on the scar at the site of your wound with a plaster.
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[Reffrén]
Kick in the door with words of strength to the sky.
Do you have a gun in your hand but can't handle the trigger?
Stupid child, put it down!
No one here is normal, every day is frontal.
If you need me, I'll be there.
How is this salami sandwich?
There is such a party that it is already banal.
You read it all the way through, I swear it's brilliant.