Текст песни Каспийский груз - Канонада

I inflate again I perform to you here
drag on, raise a bunch of hands up
this is me friend and my fat sound with me
I always carry it with me

Long jacket almost to the knees
the clock on my hand that my grandfather gave me
a pair of comfortable white sneakers
and rap has been running behind me for six years

someone is already sticking out under this rhetoric
in the evening, having muddied, twisted, smoked
it’s boring to be today, raise your hands up
here the microphone smokes and not only he

and we hit the bottom of the sun cuts ozone
our voices on the wire and without interference
we helmet on the basins quality Mouzon
for dividing all this laughter evenly
  
truth from the bucket in the voice of the cellars
her new, but not healthy enough, fucking
how can my canada, I know for sure
but it's too early and I'm just setting the stage

I inflate again I perform to you here
drag on, raise a bunch of hands up
this is me friend and my fat sound with me
I always carry it with me