Минуспятьдесят, SIBCompany - Родные места
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Having traveled everywhere, beautiful in its own way, Russia
I'm back where I get sick three times during the winter
And what’s worse is that there’s no one to thank
Who cut summer from an online shopping cart?
But those weren’t the kind of shawls they tore; I actually grew up here.
I didn’t complain, I wrote music on a cassette from a cassette
To the beat I read Yesenin with a runny nose in the autumn
Whatever one may say, I'm from the north, keep me seven
Not everything that is sown will come up
The April sun cannot be called spring
But even here it finds and gives fun
Scattered from the Ob-Irtysh basin
I wouldn't see my friends' smiles
Without shocks, an adventure is akin to an odyssey
But if everything was returned, then we wouldn’t hang
With those who are our seventh water on jelly
This is where my Russia begins
From the fingers the symbol of north is my place of power
I started doing this without being asked
Eyes are burning blue eyelashes
Not everything that is sown will come up
The April sun cannot be called spring
But even here it finds and gives fun
Scattered from the Ob-Irtysh basin
Not everything that is sown will come up
The April sun cannot be called spring
But even here it finds and gives fun
Scattered from the Ob-Irtysh basin
Solar system different planets time
Is the earth flat or is there someone's shoulders holding the burden?
Among the watery depths of the continents, why are they swearing?
Siberia Tyumen - this is all the instructions of my space
On the Merc on the republic on the right is the bridge of lovers
On Lenin left and forward along the streets of scientists
Maysky passage people's panels and parking
Vostochka voinovka seven and that big slide
Marcus Thulius Cicero once spoke
There is no better place on earth than your home
We tailors sew our own destinies according to our own patterns
It’s too late to rush about minus fifty, we’re flying through Yamal
Tyumen-Yamal knew about friendship when I was little
The spirit bound us and the frost shackled the age-old collab
The ship that floats at the end of the day
Through blocks of ice unites us and our cities
And I took everyone's winnings in the lottery world
After all, I was born in the beauty of the city that is on tour
Its streets weave along the forest ranks
Relatives like grandma’s drawings on the wall carpet
Not everything that is sown will come up
The April sun cannot be called spring
But even here it finds and gives fun
Scattered from the Ob-Irtysh basin
Not everything that is sown will come up
The April sun cannot be called spring
But even here it finds and gives fun
Scattered from the Ob-Irtysh basin