Ярмак - я рано проснулся - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I woke up early and looked out the window, washed, dressed, opened my notebook. Write about life, how you need to spin. I will write about people who are always in my heart.

My friends are like friends, among other monkeys. In a world where you cannot believe in them not to find a flaw. All household massacre, fuss, that life is like a daub. I know my soul nearby or vice.

Alyo Valechek. Well, shive the tie. I wrote down the guitar and roll a couple of lines. Not about the district, figure out and not even snot, but about people who are really important to me in life. Such a crap. Why are you shit? What do you need a car for expensive surroundings? We shoot clips for funny lava. Uncle Kohl, we are rappers. Give your BMW! So not a day but garbage. Girls make a party. Chinese Airborneist. Julia, dress kabussa. Motor. Go! You can’t make noise. Only my friends are on this frame!

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There are a million people in the whole world. There are those who are sent to you by the Creator. And it seems to be adults, but we are fooling around like children. And whatever it is, no one will turn his face away.

There are a million people in the whole world. There are those who are sent to you by the Creator. And it seems to be adults, but we are fooling around like children. And whatever it is, no one will turn his face away.

I could write sternly about a serious movement. About their patients, but here is not that Paris. Among my friends there are no rats, selfish and shade. That is why I treat everyone like a brother. All on the trains there. Hut. We are in robes. Track without a mat. Vata. Pats and girls. Hip-hop or barrel. Live or chat. I appreciate loved ones. I printed heartily. Well, in my opinion, it's time. You need to call on the studio, still the business of the mountain. We grind, joke, write a cheerful track. Then let's go around the cities and swing the villages. District, straw. We're home. PlayStation 3, Vakoma. Roma grumbles: Again the consequences of the pogrom. Light breakfast and chicken in half and here we rush somewhere early on business. It is necessary to pick up Dima with the camera, place accents. Collect all the suitcases: tomorrow we go to concerts. Any city, any Nike, any clothing. I know there, too, there are people who will support.

Chorus: 2 times

There are friends in Kyiv. There are friends in Moscow. There are friends in St. Petersburg. There are friends in Odessa. There are friends in Lviv. There are friends in Donetsk. There are friends in Minsk, and in Astana friends.

Chorus: 2 times.

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