Da Gudda Jazz - Спокойной Ночи - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Sleep! There is no other choice.

By the way! Today we are at the head of

This feast, there is no right to choose. Enough, enough, enough, enough.

Sleep! This is the introduction to the final codes of the last chord, the note is the result of the final move,

Epilogue to the anthology of that code, to the final moment of the two-second one-shot.

Is this not a rap credo, or is it a criterion of years, a method of output through the epithelium of nerves

Nooo. And there are no promo styles, promo boy, this is a verbal weapon, like the sermon of the holy father,

Quench my animal hunger, look at the evil mines, but keep quiet like a mime, otherwise we will bare our swords.

What is this? An honest fight? A test for a sucker, a sparring match for money on le v ha ha.

Sleep! There is no other choice.

By the way! Today we are at the head of

This feast, there is no right to choose. Enough, enough, enough, enough.

Sleep! Now don't pull the bull by the horns if you want to stay on your feet.

Da Gudda blah blah is conducting,

You will get wet not because you are not dressed for the weather.

Blah blah blah through the catacombs,

You have reached a dead end - there is my bomb.

You chickened out because Rune was coming to you along the wires, getting into bats(?). Yes, dad, yes.

Hands off, the head rules here (WTF???)

The organizers, if so, spoiled.

Rune Gudda is chopping up firewood like crazy.

I can't stop laughing at you. Hahahahaha.

Sleep! There is no other choice.

By the way! Today we are at the head of

This feast, there is no right to choose. Enough, enough, enough, enough.

Sleep!

Go to sleep, city, I will be nearby.

Good night, but it will be hard for me to fall asleep.

I blow smoke into the ceiling, and it is ready to fly out the window to you.

I will write again, how beautiful you are in the spring,

When you walk with her and the snow melts nearby.

And the sky is clearer, when you are blinded by the light, and we do not need to be where we are not.

In my dreams I see your sidewalks again, like clouds floating past me.

Well, and at night under a dark veil, you sleep - I will not dare, no, I will not disturb you.

I remember you. I have you from the earliest years.

You have become brighter, and I have not faded.

I put away the pen, turn off the lamp, good night, sleep sweetly.

Good night my city, I tryin' fly time to our meeting with you, I'd like to resc you, and I'm blinded of your blinding(?). 2 times.

The cigarette is smoldering and blowing smoke and outside the window you, shrouded in the fetters of silence, sing to me with the voice of the street, the notes of faces, the patterns of leaves and the flights of birds.

Leaf. Full of thoughts and you, built me ​​a pure time of murder.

The shot was close and ghostly at times, concealed secrets in itself, cried and burned with flame.

Fall asleep, city, I will be near.

Good night, but it will be hard for me to fall asleep.

You, cool the ardor with the light of the moon,

warm in the cold with the warm wind of spring.

Hour on the clock, but we do not have hours on the scales.

Not bridges connect hearts until spring. Away. You do not care exactly. Forgive the handwriting. Good night.

Good night my city, I tryin' fly time to our meeting with you, I'd like to resc you, and I'm blinded of your blinding(?). 2 times