Текст песни Крестный отец - 1 round - Cвободная

the floor again in drops, was white became red tile
 and my room is my personal account
it happens that even native walls are crushed
and I don’t want to see my shadow
one day everyone will see my one way
and they won’t get warm, this is pure emotions
because this city doesn’t cry for me
they do not wait for me and I appear from nowhere
and follow with a sidelong glance, like sweeping the last fragment
everyone hits the garbage, and throw garbage under their feet
and you fell and got up breaking only their heads
and this is my way, let my limp
because it is broken on someone else's head
my compos is hit by a table
get lost for everyone and find yourself in yourself
and who needs me let me know, I will find
in my eyes my neighborhoods are old tired
I change them at the root, as if I were mistaken by the city
I love this city, but it's a shame that people rotted
they became humus for the growth of buildings

Yes, but time goes on, goes on
and nowhere will lead us
Yes, but time goes on, goes on
and nowhere will lead us
Where you lived before, everything is wrong
only old photos and memories are left from that area

This city is overwhelmed by people.
there is clutter but not a megopolis
rub here side by side as if in a minibus
there are too many of you here and I'm alone
and in my soul the cold will not warm the tea
and every day I try to start all over again
I do not need extras in my life
so I take my time and don’t keep up with fashion
while my island, I went crazy, went crazy
I know I'm young and stupid
but not when I didn’t stick my nose in a strange monster
and before you say something cool down
defending your rear
I became wiser, so I was silent for a long time
but now is the time to give you all a bream
be full by cutting your throat filling the cup with blood
 I take the helm and teach you how to live right