guf ft. пять плюх - трамвайные пути - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

/ Эти мутные будни / И эти изученные до жути маршруты / Прут меня лет с пяти / Чуткие органы правосудия тут / Учат всё продумывать / Если вдруг задумал что-то суетить / И тут мне шепнут эти… / Трамвайные пути / На том ли ты пути And is it worth going there / and whether these people can / let not go to the point, / but at least delve into what we want to convey / but for now there will be at least some studio / we will chop there, something new to stir up / after all We love to blow next to Putin / and rap invent about how we love to live / but I am absolutely alone by this minute / I am waiting for the judges to go only / and understand how he is needed here, at this studio / how they are waiting for him These tram tracks / / Let them go here, as they want / Lyra of our lanes, Mark, Center / Let them stomp them, look at them / all their lives at the free walks of the dark arches / but never abyss / / Understand, these poems will be here always / will always be here / / 5 pounds: / these pure ponds / these dirty banknotes / these burning sparse / these idiots that consider themselves to be steep / raid on their teeth, / you drank fear / tomorrow in glasses / I hope it will bypass me / I hope I will stay at the wheel of a tram / I hope that my relatives will not experience that pain, / that it appears when you find out that your child is sick / and his game has become a reality / and she does not tolerate weakness / Central courtyards have experienced people / new era. They saw other worlds / well, pull it out in this / cruel and wild gait / heavy soul, I / significant words in poetry / will remain on hard drives / after we turn to dust / but our life will live without our bodies. For centuries / clouds, tram tracks, we will lead us / and everyone who is with us, sooner or later, should be lucky / find / find / find yourself / / Let them go here, as they want / Lira of our lanes, brand, center / Let them trample, they look at them / all your life, walks along the dark arches / but never abyss them / / Understand, these verses will always be here / will always be here / / guf: / heart is planted, fuck the liver sent / I try to be behind my head to care, / but it’s too late / and it is so important not to wake up to adults / and it is so scary to hide from cirrhosis / yes, I need this picture outside the window / and this room, the full smoke of layout with nicotine / and so that this one passes by this / White with a blue strip machine / Stable MAZ with Ganjubas / and the second, perhaps the strongest album of NASA / and these phrases written by different pastes / to bind to the stories, do not immediately / at least two pennies on the phone / and two working batteries, In the player and voice recorder / This frozen hand with a bottle of beer / and your ears for this recitative