Текст песни PavAnd, Ваня Крит - Одиндватри

Crete:
1-2-3 on Avenue we do not play racing
and through the most bond bong I do not see the sun
From the checkout of the south and to the stone slide
from the computer to the rooms from words to the microphone
Under the legs of the Obnon or under the powder Ma
guys stay guys from my district
What is there to believe in this country except for myself and God
then thick it is empty and someone is modest
when there are 30 bucks per week or even less
when there are no brains and only fool and fun
When the Chrysler new flows with you
And what would take and earn not we just Dunya
Fighters from the districts in the hope of luck
But the one-handed bowman will not bring you happiness
turn off robbing in the hole pocket wind
I whined my dream and shook the ashes

Pavand:
These are not chess, we just do not sit in the stream
We break forward, the pedal is always in the stop
Just like in life - one law is not standing in place
Ruby trail to yourself, those not losing with whom it was fun
Do not RVI those threads that lead to the sources
there to the beginning of our life, in the years of nineties
Then you remember how we got older
And from cops again you go sad
a little uni, after a year in Russian troops
I will not answer what the twenty one has achieved
I look at Audi for bmw, and himself on the basin
But sure the boys will always be in touch
Plus there is a job, well, it is enough for silent
I live with a girlfriend, the bayans are not fond of
This is the abyss, if tightened with the ends
Dreams warmed up and filtered through cotton