Текст песни Каспийский груз - Это гетто, это анклав

The body of the furnace, dropped from the boiler room keys
And for you, no one will put a candle
Lights are turned off at night
Go to fight my basmachi

They are important for some reason, but no matter how much
The goal - the eyes, muzzle, butt and shoulder
Tomorrow, your wife will be a lot of guests
It is more important funeral than the anniversary

This is the ghetto, this enclave
There are no rights council
And our crime structure
One peace and one love

The basin is closely in a can of sardines
Assorted beards and bristles
It is necessary to go to iron these blyadin
Somewhere away from Deviatiny

And no matter what broadcast
You've made a mistake in these things
Release? Yeah, schA
Hold birch and farewell

Finger on the trigger, foot on the throat
Damn remembered my mother, God remembered
Blood on the ground stream
Ch-ch-black earth

And we are getting smarter each time
It hurts on the asphalt, softer on the lawn
If the mind plus good luck
That would clearly have areas would be off-season

On the front pattern, nerves knot
In any fool suit trump card
The route left, go into the woods
* Son, if he was unable to

I force down the phone pigs
Death to them not to face - so you just try on
Above us Madame waving fan
On Sunday we sit on Monday Sede

And what you had not betrayed version here
The wounds are not sutured cross
If that happiness you apart
What to say: shit happens. Shit happens.

And you was asking Berezovsky
Back home, close to the birch trees
Well here they are, let's hug
Bomb di Bai Bai

And best of leaking roofs than Cop
And I did not miss out on paradise feyskontrole
And not particularly scary Seriously
Much worse than talking smiling