The Retros - Тап-тап - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Gribory:

When you are far away, on the tap-tap phone, where

Message how are you there? - Like a sign to me

I myself did not understand how already cap-cap on the leg

Soon there will be a puddle, you would have fucked in it.

The taste is sweet and what a fuck conscience

Watch the tricks from the master to argue in vain

Just like that, the nature of the baby is arranged ...

We do everything - not right.

Like sprinters when they yell to stay in places,

Fear is useless, only hatred who is on the rank

Thus, I will fill up the charge of emotions,

If you do not at all, then I will fix the primus.

And poser who are in the leaders of the house "a" Peter

We smoke, you boil. Rough? - Sorry.

This is a game without tricks, and someone twists Lucasov,

And someone twists dick on the nose.

I will wrap five with a cone, I will fall off.

A neighbor on the floor and heifer are also laughing.

And how not to throw a parachute at that moment?

Well, how not to write to me for children again a poem?

Two three times, Christmas trees Gori, lights burn in the eyes

Don't say anything, just remember - repeat

On inspiration - shut up. On the exhale - Apchi!

When it comes - food, end - call.

Stanley Pazle:

In cabbage soup, his head shakes the shield in the rhythm of Fanka

When everything is good, I'm not very

Social and lost

Well, pinched barely, while I

I sit in the kitchen, drink tea

Outside the window takes time, hits sound

Subway Drake, Weeknd and Future

So the end of the Fankesh turn on

I'm without a bit like a ninta without nunchak

Give me a look.

Old tricks for every taste and any case

So that you are on the Old Mobile in the sky to swing

We are good where we are not lousy

When under the yop of car sharing car

When the black and white world fell score

I smoke a nonsense in the hatch, blau! This is chic, brother!

Bags:

How napalm burned bridges on my way

Zadolbalo to live in tension and from a loan on credit, but for a "normally" inner voice she repeats me anyway in a cash or on a card of pay

No one will forbid me I'm used to taking risks

My life is like a curve of diagrams to draw

Down, up, again down and already 35

Live in the old as a drug addict in the hands of a syringe again

Principles do not take away not prejudice and honesty

It's fucking like Lada's land to Kruiser

But not according to the program, this is a prison, hospital or death

I believe in myself differently because I know

And now the fan rhythm lay down in the soul

melodically what says I listen

Fire inside you will not extinguish on the repite sound

Stopped deceiving myself and how to live myself