Текст песни Крип-А-Крип - Saint-P

Saint P - the city where the smoke flies
where the days are melting in the districts
These days are my cold world
a place where dreams come true

We are always in our role,
If we had a couple of grams,
Then we are like a little chinatown
We blow up the hall every time, it's so hot there,
go to swimming trunks, as in a water park
In Russian rap, each of our mages
We work miracles, but not like Hmayak Hakapyan
Our magical hail of rhymes of clowns will turn
In the sieve like a machine gun Maxim
A beat in the heart, like Alice, we are together
On stage, each of us is like a prince of Wales
Crazy Jason - Maniac with a Cleaver
Touched my city call me Mr. Evil
Faced with us once
Your life will be harder than Rammstein's music
Pretend against us - your brain with a tick
A trophy will go, your torn scalp

Saint P - the city where the smoke flies
where the days are melting in the districts
These days are my cold world
a place where dreams come true