Песочные Люди - Старая песочница - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Tough like hockey. Just like IKEA.

Madly as Lynch & Kane. Hot as Kenya.

Like a war of two bongs. How to smoke bond.

Unrestrained the same as the power of Kong.

Like pirates somali. Like an Ali blow.

When something hurts. Like a large caliber.

Like the body of yoga. Like a master of iodine.

It may be painful, like an iodine wound.

As a dangerous pass of Leo Messi.

Like Moscow without a passport. The worst Bulletin.

Like a tattoo on the body. Like a bandit in the department.

Recognizable just like a top of the week.

Like a star cruiser. Like God's godson.

Like the one who infuriates. Like a grenade in action.

Like rap caste. Like Fidel Castro.

All this is tested by time of a hundred times.

As a dialogue with anyone. Like a cobra in the sand.

How no longer a floppy disk. How he gives in a temple.

Global as a network. And are everyone worth

These efforts of what the sower does ...

Step by step, album for album,

I continue to be proud of the Great Don,

His soldiers at the helm, despite nothing,

Pale Lisius, Sand,

Fine and good evil

Time decides, and not only heals,

Giving the will of Naaashi crank

We continue our way in man,

And only in heaven do we have a chance

Find peace

Hip hop in our souls, from the heart and palm

Decorating the fraternal pati with a reference,

Papa Rostov is our guardian angel,

In life, a guide, life is a teacher,

Over the years will pass through the weak in spirit,

Blowing off the non -indestructive, rotten reservation, and you will declare to Kent: check out brother,

Oyuyelnka for the same in action and their removal fire.

The land is round, united caste,

We make a repet in the province, like Italians pizza. And here I continue to read the rep, yes, we have not been together for a long time.

Our Style, your Style, and Nuka give the topic of the faceted, meet the stroke of the swing, chopping three bricks from the shoulder, here if the guy is a swing, turn to the doctors, the whole essence of the Basmachi,

circle at the beginning, Dolbi here Bychar, Bitsuha disappeared,

Who is with us, he remembers worthy wars,

Surveying giblets in our clips, it is like a shaf, like Kalash shots,

As clearly as mavashi, turning brains into porridge,

Know ours, May in Rasha, rebelled from the sand, brewed porridge, baby, take to the mother, otherwise she will smear it, look at you with your hand, unimportant and priest in the rank of shelter,

Rostov Papa, Rostov on the Don, catch a wave-correct, unite in the action of Black White, the next em, as in the generation of Pepsi, all separately and each individually

The respect is not yet old for everyone, but quite motley,

Dear showy, hardened, only correct, and not shit,

So so brothers, we are not used to relaxing, if a repocation, then a clear bang,

I came up with a record - I got an aviation, not what walkies will not drown out the hip hop of the nation, I hope everyone understands, from the heart grazo, not ..

The land is round, united caste,

We make a repet in the province, like Italians pizza. And here I continue to read, good evil, feel inside yourself?

Seven thousand meters from the wall to the fence,

I measured my blood and then

I got grief in my path,

But remained residual in the heart and gaze,

Having burned a year after year, like raw matches,

There are many different rubbish in the mind, but something is personal, not to pick up the crowd to the representatives of the law, not to take away the crowds,

Walking near the cliff, I do not feel the earth,

On the raw bridge of Rostov, swimming with a clear shadow, collect plots, make a brain, followed by winds, empty faces of fanatics,

I analyze their thoughts on the components,

I throw off the excess, I appreciate the present,

I remember the past and believe in the future,

Zheevau but I explode the best

There was a red caste there was no brake,

Green inside us, on the muzzle of gas mask,

A split of the pelting, we rushing us like this, this is more than once said, but these phrases speak differently,

The spiritual is welling the old hull,

Than the distant stoopers, in a mocking with a pendry chopper, someone says do not change the Style, thanks, we are not tired yet, we are without the attention of passers-by,

Blocked faces, basketball colleps, wheels without road

Rostov REP is appreciated on a wide stage, while the arms are intact, the unite under the sight, with a trailer