МЦ ПЛАЦКАРТ, Onodera - Якиманка
текст песни

Oh, something overflowed its banks in Yakimanka
It seems to be temporary, but the calculation would be quick
There are no doubts about people
As in general people within a meter radius

Lyrics about being in a cement box
Text about the fact that there is no text and no place
For you, an ascetic is a bespont
We're cramped without lights

Thanks to the pants for holding it
What got into them instead of me
Wonderful world
Insipid ladies rattle

Fonit like cellulite ripples layering
You cover up the obscenity
You can't hide the whore behind the strands
Although it seems slim and sharp minded

But you cut off the wagon of my thoughts, fool
Trimmed Andy's score
In a setup
Until the last line-up

A couple of gossips, three hundred marks
Two matches with Mark, and a taxi there and back
Then onto the train, speeding up a hundredfold
Although it's unlikely we'll arrive

I love this city
But I don't like the smell of it
But I don't like the look of him
And I’m unlikely to love him tomorrow

Wake up and get up
Anxious mother preparing breakfast
You and I are alike, my friend.
Like the words castle and castle

Yes, yes, I love this city
But I don't like the smell of it
I can't stand its inhabitants
My nose is proudly raised to the sky

The noise of gas stations, the hum of trains
You're a bunch of bitches, I'd like a couple of pints of poison
I'm silent like Teller
So that every reptile does not interrupt