Словетский, Slim, Раскольников - По-прежнему - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

We are travelers of this criminal world,

Silently, we are holding on to the crooked railing,

I will cope to holes - it melted to fuck!

In Siberia, the ice broke up.

Zdarova Brother, without bazaar Lada,

They are still young, but already with cast blades,

Chopped like hammers, like a khan Batu at one time planted,

Purely from the crossbow to the rabbit flicker on soot,

Planting meat is planted on the saber, a cartridash is clogged to the limit,

The assault floor, which is higher,

We were hanging here on the roof in Paris,

Someone became older, and who has become quieter

Breathe smoother brother, while fucking in the chest,

You will go ahead, bypassing the rivers, bypassing the dam,

Like penguins on ice floes in polar valleys,

They splashed in the abysses of the deep ones, although one you

On this path, let it still sit on the rains,

You smoke and burn him

Still heavy, still sitting,

Still planted sleigh, stood with your back to the back

We will take out the blades of steel, we will work them in a couple of touches

The soft meat will besiege the blade (2 times)

Hey you, schism ... from constant

Who are they? Right now we run through cartridges, a couple of cracks in their defense,

The cracker with a crown from 30 steps straight touched the sun,

Pontu stay by Vasya by the crown when in you

From the trunk polished, for all occasions a couple

Schemes prepared, buckshot for a beautiful coat in you

Pterodactyls for blood fly, revolveres drums

They want a fraction, a couple of clicks and the tramp is ready,

Under the weight of the days, the courtyards have settled, now the boilers at the cats hang, so as not to fall, you sit down,

How much is already in time now? And how many times have it had to fight for the boilers?

One word covers a long fairy tale, was late for honey saved, just for a day, so that a darling in a good hour, know your plot, do not shine so mildew, and maybe you will understand,

When you have two more days left,

What is the basic? There is little good. Like gas from empty

lighters, all this is done with a clear cow.

Laconic lads are teased with warm metal,

The skis are smeared with fat,

Under a wide sky, even hot summer here is slalom ... even hot summer here is slalom

Slim on the wire ...

I keep enemies and relatives near me

I do not fly low, like a pawn with a queen of a queen,

Three sips of whiskey to rotate the earth,

Years as seagulls will simply fly in a row,

And who will stay near if the sky crys hail

That the grapes fell on black marble,

Drag your card, the course lay on the equator,

In the trunk, the cross for the truth, the tank is refueling,

Not afraid? Come on! Be deceived,

As the last emperor is crushed by the new power

They burned on the stars are red, they did not go out on Spasskaya, 9 state security department,

Dark red passport, hope for tomorrow will throw

excitement in the spacesuit of an astronaut,

We will not return from this Odyssey, the day is unobtrusive

Come on a dispute, because I’m not 20, we are in the zone of special operations, beetles on plantations, they need to eat in gravity, Moscow 2012,

Here you have to stay, this is the last station.

Still heavy, still sitting,

Still planted sleigh, stood with your back to the back

We will take out the blades of steel, we will work them in a couple of touches

The soft meat will besiege the blade (2 times)