Текст песни Триагрутрика, Полумягкие - Космонавтам

All greetings Tgc Ms here
Dont exit dont next to somebody brother somebody father
For veterans young for seniors
For the youth, the hero is like an old b-boy
I don't write disses and sad songs
Tell the whole truth of life
Chronicle on the wall at the entrance
If there is no beat I rhyme to the beat of my heart
If there is no thought, I'm just stuck on a chair
I know if it's a local if it's honest
It's good if there is still something in Chester's pack
Daring metropolis has a couple of schemes by weight
A couple of places to hang out when everything gets bored
Ale Murka I'm like Mowgli in this stone jungle
I'm confused without you in days but not in alleys
Sadness longing by noon smeared weekdays
Smart people say the right way not to blink
I'm not that naughty reveler
Passer callsign Buyak Buyak
the clack bomb rolls out
The clouds float westward yesterday as tomorrow
sweet smell so hydra smells for breakfast

I didn't think before that I would become an astronaut
The rocket takes off on an early flight with a sharp start
Such a route is a ticketless non-returnable
Cosmanaut autobiography author

I didn't think before that I would become an astronaut
The rocket takes off on an early flight with a sharp start
Such a route is a ticketless non-returnable
Cosmanaut himself trajectory author

Then I could not imagine who would become
When we hung out late between buildings
Rolled cotton wool shone with the first texts
Someone muddy layouts turned into hell
Another started earning
And became a wealthy influential lawyer
Someone is no longer with us
Someone never returned from the states
(if I write about it) then it is necessary
Do you remember that spring? (well, in some places)
Umotannaya hut madlib near the casemates
Yobane ekazameny work
The central area outside the window is pouring
Freestyle not a day without hip hop
Strictly life in rows side by side
To this day, respect to god
I know he's watching with binoculars
How we play streetball under the evening windows
Whiskey washed down a lot of us under the smog
Mezzanine and once more about high (3x)

I didn't think before that I would become an astronaut
The rocket takes off on an early flight with a sharp start
Such a route is a ticketless non-returnable
Cosmanaut autobiography author

We are laying in the right direction and it's great
From a generation that still hates Kirkorov
I represent the squad of thieves of this city
I call something that is too dear to me hip-hop
Moscow will shudder Peter will stagger
Our boat's oars will dry your gums
From this fierce weight, expect a hard waste
Please take your seat and take it seriously
Dribbling rhymes coming out of triple drift
My fir grows a great pine cone for me
Kolupaevka rocks to Michael's rap
Trampling the sole of the felt boots
Unfiled old
We are not the Alice group or the Metalika group
We are one of those who paid a ruble for a mug
and a hundred for a small
A lot of different rap flies off our roller
While we are sowing thoughts, panic is sown around
Forum and torrent blown up
Our office quietly extracts gold from cardboard
Even if you climb over all my fences
You will not find the spaceport where I am parked
We read great rap and don't drive
This is where the THC squad is backed by Mickey and Tony
My torch will never sink in water
Just like your feet will not get stuck in the hardened concrete
Troubled times quietly come in hip-hop
Haters hoard (???) n fleas fly to the sides
I turned all my lunar thoughts into one atom
And launched a rocket on an early flight abrupt start