Триагрутрика - Где Сыпать, Где Брать - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The cold sky frowned sullenly. The Duma fell upon me. And I thought: in the entrance, blasphemy to me to slide at home in front of the monitor, knocking on the keyboard. Pork on skewer, in Belomor Naud, we smoke everything in the collection. A new release on repetition. Triarity, if not in the tour, then most likely at sea, or outside the city in nature. Life is my drug. Age is not an indicator. Mark is my cat, Mc2 is my camera. And Mark Twain is a writer, but this is not necessary to know. You need to know where to pour, where to get. Where to look and what to write in a notebook and everything will be wonderful with you. You need to know what to do tomorrow in the morning. I smoke. Mathematics or liter. Mid -January, the city is drowned by winds. I am sleeping, and you have a phizra neither light nor dawn. But this is not in vain, ask the bubble. Everyone goes through this, ask the boots. Then the discos will go, ask Zheki. High school students, beer, sigi, ask Vika. So they matured quietly. Grind with Mikha. Flapped at a dead end? Look for a way out. Are you stupid? Puff smaller. Are you stupid in life? Get a cuckoo.

One-two-three-four-five, do not waste time in vain. You need to know where to pour, where to get, where to look and what to write in a notebook. One-two-three-four-five, do not waste time in vain. You need to know where to pour, where to get, where to look and what to write in a notebook.

This is TGK, ask me how. In simple words to the beat. The city of Tankograd. For you, Mr. Narrow Zrak, Mr. Red Eye. Zaebatka basics, special order. This is TGK, ask me how. Give me a microphone, step back. How do I earn, where I put my Kruzak, where I have breakfast .. what I smoke with whom I drink, how I sleep? I look at your favorite city, I see it does not sleep. In the center of Moskow City and on Marchenko Street. I feel this rhythm and overtook you. He put on a cap to Bulik, smoked - he comprehended the essence.