Текст песни Pyc TwenTy - запахдури

This my district
Where bridges burn and light love burn
Under the ceiling smoke melts
With me, while melts, takes memory

I sell a smile and buy oblivion
And looking at the clock, I all out of time
Do not believe them, they will submit when receiving
Like a glass under the bottle of Palo vodka

Do not ask how to find a light life
If I knew how long I grabbed my head
These lamps will be gone
Brother, another year- and we are arself

All try to take the main prize
And the prize is not going down
Keep your brother, we are not guilty of trouble
We just hurry dirty asphalt with white dots

With each moment, I still believe in God
It helps not do fate of cruel
After all, there can be no such
What would be ktooto on a behead, and someone drove the ass

For the sake of money or for glory
We would find for the future the percentage of grandmothers
But not that the padika is called bad and
Not the greens that we see under chemistry

And we would have summer
After all, the veto with warmth
Twirl in the eyelid, charled us
And it is better not to watch death in Afas

Without rhinestone, and other glamorous powder
Around the smell of Duri, he is so rotten
Pick up a strategy as a little chapaev
Thank you whose memory will never be

And this is my district
That's right from the night to the fall, the fence
Kurn and forget - from morning to night
However, it is also good, only brains tickle