Текст песни Murovei - Мой белый хип-хоп

My white hip-hop is not dead and he is alive
My white hip-hop reflection of the soul
My white hip-hop in the hearts through the ears
My white hip hop that may be better

Time changes, we come home late
Someone turns on top of the Light Divine Hand
The city fell asleep, breathing louder machines
I ask brother to make fun bass
In this world, a long shower
The mind of people with time lost resistance
Growing the city Making the sky roofs
Are you tired? Yes. Yes. yes .. too
Long time working in enterprises
Do not ask how many years in the chair sits sits
Slept with the latter channel shutdown
The remote in the hand will leave the red spots on the fingers
Your son is with you, or now separately
Was always there, grew in front of where he
Now he's photo on your bed
I used to think that there is enough money for everyone
My paradise is not a buzz, not a railway bridge
Yes, and no reason to look more about these stars
August lost many cities
I wanted to live differently, now late
Fatigue and fresh corn
Said mother in the kitchen with a neighbor?
Moths ate clothes .. I started drinking vodka ..
And in general, so many years not to live already

My white hip-hop is not dead and he is alive
My white hip-hop reflection of the soul
My white hip-hop in the hearts through the ears
My white hip hop that may be better