Текст песни Леша kvit ft.Merry Dog ft.Gpy6b1u' - Голос белых улиц Burnout Paradise PROD

The plates of the city will hear my words
Gunpowder stuffed track will blow the pedestal
We are at the base, with braze, vorner brothers are here with us
the company of hip-hop guys is going to draw
Pew patsyk, I live a turnip in my heart
I put caps for everyday life, forgotten in the city of sins and prices
Lanterns give dull glances to passers-by
here every non-ruble is not worth it, but it can be sold
I gradually build a wall, move away from thoughts
My God, wave your hand, cover my loved ones
I am so afraid for them save and save please
It's quiet here during the day, but noise comes in the evening
New route kicking straight home
there is a wild noise in my head waiting for the album to be released
my ghost town has no living soul in it
Not yet recognized (but not lousy either)

We have lived here forever
And looking into infinity
Repeat over and over
This is my city

black and white palette of a luscious wretched world
hundreds of liters of various types of alcoholic beverages were drunk
my name is engraved on the gravestones here
and relatives will quietly cry sitting over a dull monolith
a system of labyrinths of white walls made of caustic chalk
boldly the north wind wears our silhouettes across the entrances of the ghetto
in search of a cigarette, guys in caps beat even potsykam hari
the quality of creatures in our anomaly zone is only flourishing
in the Belgorod hell, only scraps remain from objects
adepts from the sects on the throne of the city sat in a dense herd
no white light has been seen behind the tree crowns lately
direct your vector towards darkness if you are a fidget
city ​​creed herd swim in the sea of ​​mud like pigs
look with a reproachful look at those who have a nosyar curve
someone likes it, someone doesn't, in my opinion it's an ordinary city
there is worse there is better, but Belgorod is probably the coolest

We've lived here forever
And looking into infinity
Repeat over and over
This is my city

The voice of the white streets took over me
I walk the doorways looking for a new day
The universe is endless and the white city is not great
Actions performed in it will scatter in an instant.
You can feel the cry from within, the shots are heard
Belgorod quarters know the truth
The truth of the city of everything that happened here,
where every shit is sure it's beautiful
where every shit is sure that full of strength
and allows himself to speak beyond the necessary
where every bastard is sure that he is the smartest here
but cannot even find the sum of two zeros
But no matter how poor and poor this city is
I dedicate my every breath to these streets
Smoothly move around the area towards the house,
Outside the window, the storm closed his eyes and seemed to be in a coma

We have lived here forever
And looking into infinity
Repeat over and over
This is my city