Текст песни Белканов-Бэнд - Топ-топ

Seven troubles - one answer
No buzz - no victories
To bend your back - the ridge will crack
Travel nails
By the lime walls
While the dry wind walks
Through the road dust of veins

Top top, stomping baby
On the tiles of slippery roofs
I will give all dreams to asphalt
Take, take me baby

There is no concept here for a long time
Such as "good"
Here sits a gray-haired mother
With an outstretched hand
There are thousands of blind people here
Already broke into battle
If someone does not stick out,
He kills himself

Top top, stomping baby
On the tiles of slippery roofs
I will give all dreams to asphalt
Take, take me baby

Here in glory and honor
Low-minded minds
Gray-shaped smiles
Goldtooth youths

Top top, stomping baby
On the tiles of slippery roofs
I will give all dreams to asphalt
Take, take me baby