Текст песни NИKOTИNE - Ранцы

"Satchels"
1.
There would be little strength would fly low
Would fall into cracks, die screeching
Few brilliant ideas, around morons yes
But you can't break a young raven in the sky

I climb the mountain without fear upward
I run after the target like a trot
Scatter if you don't believe in me
Your rap I will burn to the end to ashes

I take off the Snapback from my head
Toli grew wiser or grew up yes
I moved from two wheels to a car
Nikotine don't respond to the word "bro"

Chorus:
I follow the goal to the end
Over the heads to the palaces without a knapsack
Ryugzaki took off we grew up
We come from Fizhburg [× 2]

2.
18 years spills like one hour
First class, many phrases, many masses
We got up on the Rossvet, went to bed at 2 o'clock (but this is me personally)
We ran through puddles, disappeared in yards
That's all empty in the courtyards
We grew up, backpacks fell
And still we run to mom
Now the Cars have glasses on their eyes
Cars glasses on eyes
Cars glasses on eyes
And now I write these lines yes
Now the Cars have glasses on their eyes
Cars glasses on eyes
Cars glasses on eyes
And now I write these lines yes
Chorus:
I follow the goal to the end
Over the heads to the palaces without a knapsack
Ryugzaki took off we grew up
We come from Fizhburg [× 2]