Ант - Слухи
текст песни

The weather is like nishtyak, but there is a little winter
ay-yes, brother, take something blue, strong
And on the mobile there are some last cents
In a tent with wilds, interest does not drip in any way
how tired these alarming calls are
knocking in the door at night, as well as a stilt of ceilings
anthill, beating hearts under a knife cloth
about a hundred lives for twelve floors
Someone tomorrow to go to work to the first shift
All this does not apply to the student of VGIK Lena
To meet the changes with proudly raised rack
According to my mother’s recipe in a pharmacy for "dramal"
And you never know what the grandmother will say when he wakes up
And you never know what Helen will say if he returns
All this will end with a dad with a heavy hand
screams with trembling glassworth glass should not be listened
And in the courtyard all the same gossip, gogot on the bench
Lave on a nimble Metor, Aqua Mineral, pins
But it's funny, I was the same too
When I did not think about shaking hands later
but Zheka lived little, only twenty-six
In the car under the air defense 120 in the wall - tin
“What a good guy was,” the old women surrendered
And rumors, conversations, rumors rushed around the house

Someone listened to something
Someone saw something
Someone even shot someone on video
sleep, don't think badly
Don't look, don't listen
more accurate, and the walls have ears
(x2)

Vehtes, cold, the weather is again on the smart
100 grams of the "Green Brand" are poured into the cola
Zaparka in the yard, zoo on the site
"Vladimir Central" hollows from nine
You know, it’s easier to get woken if there is nothing to share
Remember the nineties? brother, leave to smoke
How often it was then - the road to the young
Only instead of the Russian spirit was hemp smoke
Everyone remembers who was behind the house the first back
How little blood is achieved by success
Malekh in our entrance became quieter
garbage through the floor live - neighbors like mice
Dads pump muscles, mothers grow children
pour ficuses and wait for the weekend soon
Olya -Olya - country of sports patriots
beer, chips, football on TV, family, work
no one is safe from the bombed nights
Moreover, it is not a sin to grab from old acquaintances
So again the ambulance will drive closer to the morning
So, again, someone will find something
Do not read a new tape recorder with an icon
This is quite normal, a pawnshop behind a gastronom
And so everything is still, under the sauce of everyday life
Once we will leave, leaving rumors behind the back

Someone listened to something
Someone saw something
Someone even shot someone on video
sleep, don't think badly
Don't look, don't listen
more accurate, and the walls have ears
(x4)