Текст песни L-Jane - Не меняя себя

Ever I wanted out of life exactly what he wanted
Did not have the habit of antlers, then could not
Anyway I was always somehow do not care for the view
Smoke, Smoke, Smoke in black Leather gelding.

Dymim fiercely in the cabin, sub caresses the bottom
This rabble knows how to stir up nehila
Do not be dumb young, when there dad
But even so, it was once in fact need to be solved

I remember a rainy autumn, the window in October
My own Khrushev year ninety-nine
Sasha in hip-hop night, in the morning, Mr. Zombie
Native street of my concrete catacombs

I listen to heifers on expensive tachilah
Vanlav all the fans do hip-hop beautifully
On the morning of the cells and re-place studio
Beza connected here Rap from Peter to Brest.