| Hip-Hap - One Love, | 
| Well wedged into these sounds of the Beatle. | 
| Throw a broom! | 
| Methi, beloved, bedlam ... | 
| By the light of the lamps, five minutes to there | 
| Weight five at least in the trash. | 
| We are waiting for the ears and body, | 
| Friend, massage and dance. | 
| It is unlikely that they will raise their hands and recognize | 
| The look and this wild sound | 
| He takes him to heaven. | 
| Fix it with a f*cking verse | 
| Summer is in the yard - summer on sneakers. | 
| Beer in bags and in the blood a bit of a ban, | 
| What he sprinkled on the newspaper to the sound of club sets. | 
| Everything is fine and my heart is calm, | 
| On cassettes chewed by the recorder. | 
| And there is no money, and do not * uy - | 
| That's how I started writing my verses. | 
| Well, let's move the body after the song, | 
| And my brothers are rocked by this topic. | 
| And I still have a lot to do with her, | 
| For the crowd to sing with me. | 
| Chorus: | 
| I will fly over the horizon, to you! | 
| Reason, I can smell it! | 
| I will torture the most juice in this track. | 
| And a sketch - Just Do It on sneakers | 
| These rhythms are dancing under my backing track! | 
| I will fly beyond the horizon where there is sand; | 
| Where the sun squints its eyes, brother! | 
| The sea of goodness smashes to smithereens - | 
| All our fears will be carried away by the winds. | 
| Ta-ra-ra-ra-ra! | 
| In the soul, we are children from morning to morning, | 
| Peace to cities, the whole Earth, I will go around like Forest Gump. | 
| If everything is wrong, if there is a beard everywhere, (yes!) | 
| Don't get dirty yourself, this world is just a mess... | 
| Smile! | 
| You deserve it! | 
| With your head, this wave is about to cover you. | 
| Young blood, unleash all that | 
| What are you capable of - let everyone be pinned! | 
| Well, let's move the body after the song, | 
| And my brothers are rocked by this topic. | 
| And I still have a lot to do with her, | 
| For the crowd to sing with me. | 
| Chorus: | 
| I will fly over the horizon, to you! | 
| Reason, I can smell it! | 
| I will torture the most juice in this track. | 
| And a sketch - Just Do It on sneakers | 
| These rhythms are dancing under my backing track! | 
| Studio: Dream Lab. | 
| May, 2016. |