Текст песни Серый Вульф и Миста Знак - Какиток

Words and voice: Wolf and Sign
Instrumental: Gray Wolf
Record 2011

WOLF COUPLE:

Roco baroque rhyme bombing
Right left edge is deftly covered.
Our road is a road, winding, thorny
We believe in God, but do not believe the prime minister.

A blank sheet of maray sometimes inks.
The password "ganjubas" between the lines is encoded.
Let's sum up the project Kolya and Seryozha
They lay a famously voice on bitumen, like a whore in a box.

Not like rap should be like that.
Somewhere between the trance and the chanson I found myself.
Voodoo shaman will beat a tambourine
I’m going to read the scooby-dubai-dubi-do crap.

SIGN VEHICLE:

Mista Sign and Gray Wolf represent East.
Smog carries these tracks across Europe.
With each take getting into measures, syllables stacking in lines
We beat into the heads of hip-hop from the roof of the new building.

We stand firmly, rhyme smartly.
We cannot be defeated by these seven piles of sambuca on a rack.
Heels knock-tuki, tiki watches.
There isn’t enough paper for what we are ready to write.

And so in the end, getting the sounds out,
Hip Hop Dashing His Hands
We crawl into consciousness like through rapier oil,
After all, Kolya and Seryozha are smeared with one myrrh.

Through fruit or rizona we go around the world.
Sometimes in the text the lines are strictly abstracted.
Our weapons are litera, muse and lyre.
Do not bet on zero and just sup. Vira. Vira!