Текст песни Иван Якутин feat Илья Бакулин - Город

On the clock midnight outside the window
Called brother and asked to help
Spread on the place of all by arrival
And now until the morning we have our own zones

Rubber burns on cold asphalt
Nicotine pairs come out of the salon
Where forty we go to weave more
We will not stop their life more expensive

The city died, he died in 12 nights
And Iim burn gasoline, collecting bumps
Bass presses so that God guys
In the glove compartment for weak there is a wool

Dark City Empty Streets
The clubs of local shpana bobs
We are not up to that guys sound
You are on gas, rear legs

Poor one hundred twenty, do not break off
To the courtyard we will go and lose there
Wildness motor and just believe
Garbage will pass, all this crap will pass

We leave for the road back to the city
During this hour, he changed he became full
Sales of women Baryg and other creatures
Ride us dangerous hearing me guy

Here at the corner of the baryga, it does not fall
After all, everything is sold in this city and bought
Cops selling, spoil and rudeness
And the brotherhood helps to survive in this country

The people live here the beggar and it became the norm
And you twist as you want, keep yourself in shape
After all, in the evening to home you can not get
So it was very often all of their way

So we together so we are near
We are all in one row we have our own orders
Back to back always and brother will help his brother
We will never retreat for us