MIKATANA feat. Санн - Ещё - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

A ray of light flies into a favorite ghetto and this tact,

Transforming into darkness, I am drawn to the bottom

Music treats the soul, but only one

Where I, on paper and in my ears, my head catches lags from panic attacks,

Gelandewagen accelerating to a hundred in five seconds

Will get you a rap, fall asleep to the zoom,

I was unlikely to be smart once, a participant in the immoral syndicate,

The sound smears a rumor as it should, and I move glad

Ahead of a radar, ahead of the cop, ahead of evil ..

Behind the cries of enemies and despair, but we carried us ..

Guests, bones are dragging to visit

To prevent us from understanding

What is happiness and how easy it is to lose it

Here RAP is an idea, Moscow or where am I?

Created the lyceum and all

Tired of believing the bitch, tired of the bitch to do,

Rested, wrote more, more, more

And more and more and more and more

And more and more and more

And more and more and more and more

And more and more and more

In our beloved ghettos, as earlier, they pull the bunks but in vain, apparently those who, here, were waiting for the moment to break stuck specifically

In the forests in the fields, I myself am, huli

Local boy without a face, saboteur of those streets

And to be honest with all my heart, be happy

But immediately upon arrival he took the tickets back,

Gukovo - Rostov, the wild island waves after me, spectacular and simple,

My senior kent, the city is still without coins,

Which will give advice at the moment

Who raised but was not a support

Who warmed and threw more than once, which

There I listened to all the conversations and understood no things where the slag of the mountain

I essentially agree, let it be, I do not argue

There are people to store you a different story

Passes their grief, let it beat everything with a key,

But we are leaving again, but back again ...

And more and more and more and more

And more and more and more

And more and more and more and more

And more and more and more

Dal gave an idea, gave those in the ears,

Basement for me is a house and nothing is better

I am a fanatic of a catacomb, anaconde fighter,

My house is a quiet Don (era Ron Don Don)

Let's write more, let's read

Let’s also write give even more dream ..