Текст песни Allj - Уличные Маги

Across the bit sailing - not Wu,
But I can dig up your head, play the game.
Words on the bit, eyes in sight
Only when the light is ground.

The street magicians gathered here, they pulled the raincoats,
While our muses at home are booking.
As long as the university did not find the reasons for me to exclude
In Deck'e Tathal - as if in the rings we throw the balls.

Sedan or jeep, here or there,
Dead or alive, settlement machines or bits,
Quarterly report or quarter
Sicks the hand - it does not matter.

Here everyone is important, you need to work well,
Then maybe once we try the well
Where the life is normal allowed
And the situation is discharged.

Chorus:
Muti What Muti, Muti from the Soul.
The paths are in essence, just not kipishi.
Muti that mutter, only do beautifully,
Do beautifully, do beautifully.

Muti What Muti, Muti from the Soul.
The paths are in essence, just not kipishi.
Muti that mutter, only do beautifully,
Do beautifully, do beautifully.