Текст песни Тема - Давай, братка...

Drags bitter smoke their cigarettes,
Drags the easy bit, credited his own verse.
Come on, cut in long-range 'brother, carpe diem
Come on, cut in, not let the lights go out
Hammer on the problem and its care
Let the soul cries,
Yes, and not a penny in his pocket,
Listen, let's add in the volume column
Score that it only long beeps

190 - fly with you
150 - heart beats per second
90 - only a bit of light
Bro, adding the move, let the mind sleeps

The night, as usual presses on her temples,
Light distant lights he kicks us
Verse closer to the finale
Bro, turn up the volume ladies chorus beginning

chorus:
Drags bitter smoke their cigarettes,
Drags the easy bit, credited his native verse
Come on, cut in long-range 'brother, carpe diem
Come on, cut in, not let the lights go out