Текст песни Slav Smoke - Братику

you in grandmothers measure the bitch the warmth of kindness
I will set fire to a scythe with my brother for my brother
to be your friend among strangers
the truth will open even the most blind

living here is not as easy as playing solitaire
if you want to change something then start now
keeping balance without oars is not easy
brother like me knows the price of taped cross

like a road to the nose for a teenager
it's like blowing in the morning when fierce nervousness
even among strangers be yours on the board
this is when you did not have time and two lanes

let's raise the toasts for our brothers
for those who were nearby when you messed up hard
for the soul of a brother
I will hug my brother if my brother becomes sad

Chorus

This is not for grandmas. This is not for grandmas.
this is for brothers with a soul and for bass subwoofers
for those who hapal hap nailed cigarettes
Brother like me knows the price of taped cross

2 verse

oaths don't solve know an oath ride on your ears
I have few people who can talk heart to heart
on the chest there is a huge scar somewhere on the left side
I lost so much while looking for happiness here

I would use an eraser to erase the memory in a notebook
in the lungs cough in the morning brother will warm padik
skin waved on the fur and waved without looking
because for love even fucking will open the mouth

with a fucking fuck you take the vizin's ride to us
from a good head, the eyelids settle in the trash
all these yards salam from edge to edge
fingers crumble stone with brother time

in sleeping areas again, all without a pale
if you cunt then remember the secret becomes apparent
set fire to the bush as I reach for the sun
here the smell of shmaly will be even when we are with a cane