Текст песни Чёрная Экономика - Мегаполис

let me not there
let it remain only to ask a question
and get an answer
Yes we are all the same as they were before
no one will say that my lyre has a bitch home or a piece of the world
then the one who makes the days couplets
Time to miles
and life is given a Tale
let us honorably to the end
for mouse and we do not live
rat bitch kick the bucket is the destiny of those who are under the shower
my truth moknet
but the heart of Yoka
in the head bore (?) will love
not only roskaty lightning thunder
big fucking city metropolis here I frown at times
and knee-blue beast on carting
and wolves with ksivu night
look around to inhale exhale two times
so it was all beautifully

Only the noise of the central streets and shёroh wheels
this metropolis home to tears
on areas together with the city grew
destinations, spread it on the map
sometimes harsh poetry replaced prose
and repeats the same from year to year in the one and same rake
white stone dirty hands slap
metropolis not pasporit
It is written in my passport this city
and it vavailon and he will eat
but we're going on the highway and in our orchestra kolnkah
mist hung over the city - dawn
we are flying towards the sun
on Moskovsky Prospect

we are hip-hop bartenders
you are our cocktail accept the vein
let's say I believe you
Do not wake the beast in me
there will soon take extreme measures
on my list you first
often acting up my nerves
they are no longer vylichit cream
this gene at
You will not find us in the city
as the needle falls asleep hay
takchto Fear not, hit the knee of those who walk in the gray
they forgot about honor
come down from heaven into the earth together with us
with this song ebash on Ring Road from two hundred us
and if there is an ace in the pocket of a cross or a pistil
then surely you do not stand on the spot
to avoid mistakes in this trust
not charms
tell you hello new sheet
what happens periodically
Try our thanked calculate
you hear the sound of the ethnic
Selenium can you physically
but in the city you tonish drown this bit in my voice
we are the heroes of comic books
night light can only be seen in offices
Wall as always in our paintings
I have seen the city from above
then Doha majors
but many are hungry and dying on the roads
When winter cold priobladaet