Текст песни Rama - Громче на мониторе

remember the brother childhood those hills are full of holes yards footballs
first cell first films with Bruce Lee
first turntables, Chucky as we admired the first song song caste
as we wanted to leave Russia as far as possible

first cap NU LA first tapas wide jeans
on the back pocket designs, web, worn Nike
childhood back flip with a nine-gray roof
here's the real motif of a rap is nicotine dependence as a ...

option, only one score on a positive track one
gray smoke in the street in the morning cup of strong tea
omelet salt left to the right in the head always thought
Listen to me, brother, let's do this:

make a time machine, we will correct the error together
slow days lead me to a positive
slow Din road road lead me
one two three cool dogs roam in search of food

also we looking for ideas ...

winter cold in February '13 the window
Hundreds of thoughts that 6Li 6ylo all beautifully
in the style of old school motifs such real force
City noise on the rap we ..

We are waiting for the streets, they pull us
Big City Life city I really lava
I like opening my eyes in the morning
and immediately opening the window

to the metropolis noise rinsed my ears
Let's take the louder do the monitor
put this on repeat motif
put it on the stick swung in a wheelbarrow

this city will not go out a hundred pounds
city ​​breathing again before the eyes of childhood
honestly tired of ...
I Breathless do6egu to the target
I will break your idea into the trash

I will do everything in their
I still do not listen to your advice
everyday encounter with hope for the best
every day as the last, we spend the day at leisure

record an album jointly produce clips in summer
I'm trying to forget old grudges people without prospects
a fly on the glass shaking his wings trying to get out into the light
yet I am not alone have the power clenched teeth 6ez reasons

sometimes hurts grief often sticky window I
road signs home machines
skyscraper people sidewalk arches
motivates me rap pure force

year, as water poured quickly
children grow mom sedeet
how sad to think that people do not live forever
poorly aware of the truth that we die once

someone heard breathing behind
such as in a cloak with a scythe in his hand
Mom son is in school
by year son watching mom

chamber through the lattice
beautiful roses gave the guy the girl at the bus stop
she smiles stranger dude
respond to him in return

time to stop unfortunately
sooner or later we will call the sky
honestly I love these songs with slow jazz
a familiar tune so naive to horror

twice that actually can listen
the sun rises on the horizon between the houses
first day of summer is magical rays
bloom the first leaves of lilac

Sirens do not get wet in the center
there decide pra6lemy
hungry poor mortals there
money rules the minds of many

boy from childhood dream 6yla
buy a house by the sea to live in comfort
Now under the window sweeps newspaper
It all came from childhood

Dad could get up in the 90s
son wiped green bucks
I try to convey to you Bracho
life is one because it will live with hope for the best

the smell of my brother's voice Urbana returns back spoyoynoy soul with an easy gait
music from both sides without earphone