Miyagi & Andy Panda Yamakasi Скачать

My little ghetto will not leave unanswered
Here every argument is stronger than the House of Soviets
They uproot our roots, but they definitely have little chance
The mentality side is recruiting new recruits
They gain momentum, our views are contested
Monuments were erected for the deeds of our grandfathers
We fought for love
Each one devoted in their own way for the romance of districts
And the connection of generations
Here the beaten man found fire and burns brightly
I'm in an uplifted state, and no one can influence my mood
I am dissatisfied with my bad man, it's dangerous
I smoked this agony and spat out this compass
Which was useless and told me to forget about everything good
Ordzhonikidze, my native town, forge of heroes
And let everything bad burn down, as Troy once did
Because this is my Detroit and my paranoia
My immeasurable pure side justly welcomed guests
Smiling at those who were close to us in spirit
Driving away stench and nonsense
The beauty of this city burned fiercely
Scorching with news briefs
I pray to God for you, Motherland, for someone close
With you to the end, even if it kills me
My immeasurable pure side justly welcomed guests
Smiling at those who were close to us in spirit
Driving away stench and nonsense
The beauty of this city burned fiercely
Scorching with news briefs
I pray to God for you, Motherland, for someone close
With you to the end, even if it kills me
The wind blew away all the people
Tears on the square
With wise morning
I brought her roses
The burden of man pours with kind light
On the road
Give them strength
And let troubles be blown away by the wind
And so, and so
Something's wrong
fuck
I wanted it to be better
that's a fact
Darkness
or got into a mess
Or this and that
at first glance, here's both paradise and hell
Click-clack, while it flickers, brother
In this device, the lexical charge
On the target
On the target, everyone who climbs into the house
Don't stick your nose in here, Pinocchio
They'll greet you with an axe
Five-story buildings remember Andy
Five-story buildings - nostalgia
I raise the ashes
Before my eyes are my mother
and kind neighbors
Flashbacks (flashbacks)
I treasure them
I imagine the city as brotherly
There's our Batman, but without a mask
There's something to love about it; there's something to say
Come visit if you love to dream
My immeasurable pure side Justly welcomed guests
Smiling at those who were close to us in spirit
Driving away stench and nonsense
The beauty of this city burned fiercely
Scorching with news briefs
I pray to God for you, Motherland, for someone close
With you to the end, even if it kills me..."