Текст песни Типси Тип и Zambezi - Городам

Tipsy Type:
I didn’t feel sad over the summer, the grass was dried by the wind,
We will fly after them to where they call.
Couplets along the way, don’t forget about tickets,
And you, Vetal, wake up, this time I will not pass.
Like-minded people go there too,
About these engines, they will rumor later,
Some are only able to accept the crowd lying
Others convince to throw their hands in the air.
Do this, you just remember it,
Tune the internal receiver to space.
It is never too late to accept a pleasant stream.
Okay, come on. I will show it clearly.

Zambezi:
We’re going, picking up speed from the start,
Charged for a long time, like a Varta battery
The map is in hand, cities are marked on it,
Soon the halls will scream: this is the Curtain!
Norma Cook put on the cheeks.
Exchange emotions: you to us, and we to you.
Hop-hop enough for all cities
Yes, to all cities, yes to all cities. Aw ...