Текст песни prvrln - москвой я воспитан

Marketplace bustle of Moscow raised
the local atmosphere is thoroughly imbued
from the tips to the core
civilian cloying fag in his throat forks

sun blind dirt concrete blocks
here on the throat of those who shit on the elbow
runners dragged along the path sloping
minded and can be seen without binoculars

human essence flows through the umbilical cord
us to be who we are and it is irremediably
straight forward, even if the path is thorny
fists clenched both five fingers

not be you-chur-nym text in draft
clobber bit in the ears of certain
2013 365 times
the sun rose, the blind eyes

but fatigue if something remains
in waiting rooms at railway stations
what would seem you are not concerned
to tell you, as it turned out

spits no rinsing corny
rusty voice, hissing with tweeters
the accompaniment of drums and snare tight knocks
black economy. Jackie Dugna