Текст песни Пёс, Дым - Май

In my city May, and it’s cold as in an ice hole
Citizens with umbrellas like wet pigeons
In vain they freeze ...
Though in my city May, May, May
And I'll take a microphone to disperse the clouds
So that they can no longer torment rainfall
And I will give you rays of May
Don't be silent while your heart beats
It’s hot in the quarter when there’s a gloom over the city
Record temperature on thermometer
For guys, medicine is a bottle of whiskey
And in the radio, familiar discs are pumped
In a circle, in a circle we transmit smoke
Brother to brother, to each other, P.E.S. and smoke sit?
Cloudy sky is not a hindrance to our party
SZAO - you are already in the know

Chorus:
In my city May. Summer is coming in our ghetto.
May. Summer is coming in our ghetto
May. Summer is coming in our ghetto

DOG.

Weather kills the flesh of the city
In the courtyard, lads spit on the strength of the cold
As the late O.D.B. said
"I found myself on the streets when I walked on them."
Here the rudders are not rudders, but around patrols
If you were shot - no matter how you twist, with you along the way
The temperament temperature of our rap
+30, especially if nearby ... faces
I yes, and my Moscow is still burning
Here P.E.S. and Smoke - why are we sitting?
Hand it on this track
Here and there, to everyone's head, to all the shores
Do body shake shake shake
Now our bits are also on NPC
From us on the verse around the world
Summer is coming in our ghetto!

Chorus