ГРОТ D MAN 55 - Рубежи ( Russian Rap ) / Slavic Rap

Трек : ГРОТ D MAN 55 - Рубежи

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Music

Tags:

• Русский
• рэп
• Россия
• Славяне
• русские
• русаки
• russians
• slavs
• slavic
• rap
• army
• russian
• power
• сила
• москва
• рэпаки
• флаги
• ультрас
• ultras
• eminem
• union
• balkan
• baltic
• razborka
• роливики
• bratva
• махач
• русь
• руси
• kosovo
• je
• srbia
• армия

[xSLAVICMUSIK]

Sława Rosji !!!

iz POLSKI !!!

Molodce !!!

[marshall2220]

душевная  песня !!

[terror19222]

ОХУЕННО ПАРНИ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!­!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Сам сибиряк, делал подобное, щас забил..покинула муза,никто мну не слышал(!!!!!!!!я с дыры о которой многие не знают!в местности знают че охуенно делал..

[wertx08]

Grot and D-Man - Frontier

Horse - the field is clean, man - will,

Fearlessness soldier father in the churchyard - the rest,

Creator - the characters, not the road downhill;

This universe does Russian children;

[wertx08]

Winter in the eyes - a reflection of the sky, Do you think we afraid to die for their freedom? Tenor of space, an age-old will with us Bury in the woods - we grow flowers! There's snow crystals, frost feel? For we do not go - like you do not take out. Lusty cry here and scattered moans And we had a line of ice lakes To burn more brightly pearlescent bars To thy dawn accompanied by a smile. With us, our star, and faith, as usual, Broken roads on the pocket of the Virgin.

[wertx08]

Dirty childhood punished for all the biting,

The walls are painted porches me a jacket with lime,

In asking anywhere - say, for any mistakes

I knocked down feed with sound hollow?

I wandered around in search of wreaths and hepatitis -

Siberia, this Satan was even forgotten.

And freezing in the snow with the blood and tears,

[wertx08]

I gasped - then, I was assigned here,

In order to get the breast for an endangered people

In a white shroud somewhere flickered ice grotto.

Was ordered to the spirit of the ancestors to become strong,

I heard the music and were given wings.

My city in unison moans of lust

I walked away, leaving the rap in the heart and cross on the Caproni.

Son from his father - an ax to protect fields

My sharpened word for your children!

[wertx08]

The sun rises - the sound of bells,

The sky is clear, the first snow outside the window -

This is my land, this is my house!

I believe my son would be her shoulder.

I believe that one day he will understand and -

Who mourn the saints in the icons

[wertx08]

What a smile, but sadness in his eyes, From what we have no place in their booths. Long times, the achievements of their ancestors, Gave way to us, seeing advice. Think of someone who, if you do not Nurture a new seed and to remember his grandfather? Who lists to rustle the oak forests, Oil at heart and old wounds We have nothing to fear - God is with us And behind a pillar of the mighty archangels!

[wertx08]

To leave these men,

Ask for a long time?

On foot from Siberia to the majestic Volga.

Strikes a tear - if it is all in vain;

After all, for your happiness, we are happy to die