Криминальный бит, Восточный Округ - Запахами табака
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We hide our thoughts again, everyone is sick, everyone is wounded
Snow falls on the shoulders, the gaze is sometimes horizontal
There are 7 apartments with 7 identical destinies.
He loved it for its simplicity, and then whatever happens
Sometimes the old body was many times closer than the new one
You also want the old me, you don’t want the new one
Let's stay in the same area today
I'll stop by and just like before, we'll pick you up and drive
I want to gather friends, I reach for the phone coldly
And you can’t see many, you know, and we’re still young
Somehow it comes and you want to turn it up louder
And you’ll go around for another round, because you don’t want to go home
Let's drag out the experience of the past, add clouds
The old areas will sing along to this best music
May God grant everyone to find theirs and not lose it
I put a stamp on these lines like on documents
Is it a smoky area or low clouds
We disappear from an early age with the smell of tobacco
We haven’t learned how to do everything right yet
We disappear as adults with the smell of tobacco
Is it a smoky area or low clouds
We disappear from an early age with the smell of tobacco
We haven’t learned how to do everything right yet
We disappear as adults with the smell of tobacco
The area is growing, construction is eating up the wasteland as a side dish
My huge microcosm will soon become closer
Every turn here is a landmark
On who I grew up, where I was in my memory to the holes
And we are clearly not an example to be proud of
Among those who have a craving for self-interest
Our upbringing does not allow us to forget about our conscience
Mom gave love, dad gave strength
Let's talk about business
We trust our loved ones as if we were in the mountains
Evil tongues will accuse us of all sins
And we will disappear from the radar somewhere in the yards
Don't forget the bends of the streets here
How bullies choose smart girls
How to find ways out of impasse
When problems were born out of nothing
Is it a smoky area or low clouds
We disappear from an early age with the smell of tobacco
We haven’t learned how to do everything right yet
We disappear as adults with the smell of tobacco
Is it a smoky area or low clouds
We disappear from an early age with the smell of tobacco
We haven’t learned how to do everything right yet
We disappear as adults with the smell of tobacco
And I didn’t think that everything would be as usual with us
Troubles come silently and catch greyhounds red-handed
Someone ran without asking, someone ran with cash
Someone missed it and took it personally as always
I tell you that life is a tunnel of stations
From the dark corridors of destinies, the pain of confiscations
I'm the one who is usually kept at a distance
I love to see how they raise their legs not from dancing
The houses look at me sideways as if I betrayed them
But I am so devoted to both my habits, the most harmful ones
If only I had stuffed myself with some money and confessed my love
On the back, like on the fence, he wrote: Be human.
We disappeared into courtyards where it was dark
Everyone wanted us to be different, but we never
We filled the void and so the years fly by
The clouds are low when our cities cry
Is it a smoky area or low clouds
We disappear from an early age with the smell of tobacco
We haven’t learned how to do everything right yet
We disappear as adults with the smell of tobacco
Is it a smoky area or low clouds
We disappear from an early age with the smell of tobacco
We haven’t learned how to do everything right yet
We disappear as adults with the smell of tobacco
We follow our own rules here, not the regulations.
Youth flies away with the smoke of parliament
Like one big secret my whole outskirts
We have learned to live, but we don’t know how to live here correctly
The area is smoking from factories while we are writing something
Sometimes there is no more strength and there is a lull in business
But I look into the eyes of the little one, something moves me
The music is louder, the clouds are getting lower
Kopeck piece, five-room apartment, they stand like in a picture
Boys on parallel bars, sporting interest
There were times, I remember this incentive
I remember how much we wanted to get out of here
Now fate has left scars on the skin
I remember the faces of the boys who passed away
This street drama is a setup
Crosses dead eyes tired
Is it a smoky area or low clouds
We disappear from an early age with the smell of tobacco
We haven’t learned how to do everything right yet
We disappear as adults with the smell of tobacco
Is it a smoky area or low clouds
We disappear from an early age with the smell of tobacco
We haven’t learned how to do everything right yet
We disappear as adults with the smell of tobacco