Текст песни Укса 2015 - Набеги Регги

Concrete streets are not pleased with my eyes
The whole palette of shades of gray.
Love in the city smelled of gasoline,
It is, in fact, corrupt, a cigarette in her hand.

I am sad to roam alleys of fate,
So artfully torn from small homelands.
And each of us sincerely currently lies,
With free bread and it is absolutely free.

Chorus:

Why, in the spring, we do raids
Of the cities, where born & quot; Reggae & quot ;.
And eagerly inhaling the & quot; O2 & quot ;, together treading shoots.
Flock lettered donkeys Dale Carnegie.

All around in a hurry, overtaking each other,
The ridiculous chase for elusive happiness.
And who stumbled, living out their lives
The alcoholic delirium mixed with mud.

The law dictates the consumption of capital,
We live so comfortably, zeroing request.
We do well in this dusty town,
Well, some claims have questions?

Chorus.