Текст песни onekik - 4. братики

While your humans are in smokes like checkers
My awesome rzut and dance, break everything in porridge
Hands Masut Lifting the Cute District
without head and give a damn, so far reach

I am infinitely glad that (exists) there is such a detachment
in the night of November or in the morning of June
I am confident in them, how never will not go
We fell in the future on the signs of your home, the guy

While other needles rape their hands
Each of the Cru takes itself on his girlfriend
fuck not romance, to hell these bows
but you can't feel like these brothers

Take me the ship in the distance where not to find
I will remember the trooka of each of them
Try to meet the same on your way.
with them at least a hundred ever will go