Кум'СТЭ - Сибирский Тон - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Yow!

Inspired by new bits under the ominous sky,

Empty highways, waiting for dawn,

Plan of action for victory, in one of the stages,

I will be sure that way, take it as a fact!

Hope for fate - for me as if a loser,

Fanatic work and teeth in three rows will only give a return!

So don't try to treat me for some kind of karma,

Go to the dream as a goal to follow anxiously!

Baykha is burning stronger, brother, so that thoughts are clearer,

So that all the frames in dust, stereotypes to shreds!

Siberian, aggressive tone is only a sports form!

The third capital broadcasts, which means do it loudly!

After all, this sound, brother, is still charged - the most lively energy, a common message for everyone!

I bring an extinct torch to a forgotten flame, in the world it became brighter - it is more difficult to stir up without a pale!

Under the light of kilometers of pumped tungsten threads,

Or under the morning sky, the sunrise is so delightful!

During the fashion time - "Faster to die!" I am looking for the strength to live

And even in one I can, I believe that the agility will not run out!

Weekdays, as if a tired traveler,

Confused under the false judge, the crisis is Putin's plan,

Cheap promo in the squares, excitement of spasms,

So again they have a piar through naked asses,

Bitches imposingly turning up stupidly washed the name of the goddess,

What is attractiveness, tell me, what to love? For the name!?

Maybe knowledge of pop words is fashionable, Sale, sexy,

Puppet look, tell me, for what!? I'm interested!

Yau, this is in fact the particular picture of modernity,

The erased memory, deception, substitution of values!

Also load - I see no sense, it will fly sideways,

Again, the same thing about how a bitch, everything is bad!

I decided for myself - the time of serious changes has come,

In the morning - horizontal bar and bars, in the evening - gyms!

We will create a crisis of the brothers - according to Alco and the Academy of Sciences,

We mutter the great flash mob - a way out of oblivion!

Under the light of kilometers of pumped tungsten threads,

Or under the morning sky, the sunrise is so delightful!

During the fashion time - "Faster to die!" I am looking for the strength to live

And even in one I can, I believe that the agility will not run out!