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CLEVERETERNAL - Go (Prod. TECHNOLOGY BEATS)

KELY - TAMO BIEN

Wavy season- get back.

When the South does not understand how the North lives...
when the West does not listen to what the East says...
wars begin

The Ear of the South

A tropical island. 
After eating, getting drunk, 
A writer about monsters
He 'll write effervescent 
 A rustling wave
 A paper whim
 Pages of light falsehood
 Blown by the breeze...
In just a month people 
A warm country
He learns: what the north lives by, 
Read his dreams, 
Yawn: effortlessly
We've got them figured out!
 The organ of hearing
 For well-fed bodies, why, by God? 
 The Ear of the South – 
 One for everyone, on Van
Gogh's head.
Ear of the south, ear of the south, ear of the south, 
The ear of the south, the ear of the south, the ear of the south.

Taiga waves, 
Vast steppes – 
So much so that it already hurts! – 
Sung by tramps. 
 The whole life is in question, 
 In response to Miklukha
 The visit is coming to us
 High Ear. 
The next morning, people are on YouTube 
A warm country 
He will see: how the north lives, 
What are his dreams about,
Yawn: effortlessly 
We've got them figured out! 
 The organ of hearing 
 For well-fed bodies 
 Why, by God? 
 The Ear of the South – 
 One for everyone, on Van's head 
 Goga. 
The ear of the south, the ear of the south catches a blizzard, 
How an old woman multiplies rumors in the ear of the south. 

Late, autumn, 
To be uninvited, 
The wind is blowing 
Leaves of the past - 
 Look around, 
 Having drawn conclusions, 
 Revolutions 
 I'll bring out the damage:
Listen to the ancestors 
Instructions, 
And not caustic 
Exercises
 Foreign
Educators, 
 Those that we 
 Beaten off
In the old battles, 
But the defeated, 
So as not to be ashamed – 
We didn't hang up, 
 They didn 't, 
 Removing the weapon, 
 Then we lived 
 In complacency. 
And they are, 
Wounds cured, 
They got closer, 
Having made plans...
we grumble, 
 Don't let them touch us – 
 A hundred reasons for them,
And what's the result, huh?! – 

The troops found out 
On our borders – 
In summer, in breeches
Those who came to fight, 
 Yes, not even to fight,
But just to walk 
 Before the snow in the capital, 
 Waiting for capitulations.
In just a couple of weeks
A terrible war
The bravado has evaporated the hops 
From the other side:
About this power of theirs 
We were not informed.

The North is breathing, 
The East rises, 
The South has heard, 
The West fell silent. 
 The North is breathing, 
 The East rises, 
 The South has heard, 
 The West fell silent.
The North is breathing, 
The East rises, 
The South has heard, 
The West fell silent.
The North is breathing, 
 The East rises, 
 The South has heard, 
 The West fell silent... 

The organ of hearing 
At well-fed bodies, I noticed in alarm
The noise of devastation
But here's the joke: already at their doorstep! 
 The ear of the south to our sounds was 
 It was deaf
 Hit, bro, right in the ear,
In the ear of the south!

Ear of the south, ear of the south, ear of the south, 
The ear of the south, the ear of the south, catching a flop!..

© B H

Noonka - Tec

Noonka

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