Полтора Землекопа - Посёлок Строитель
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1. The abode of childhood there with gas gases
It seemed impossible to breathe in freedom
Giving a battle the same boys from other yards
when the cartridges from the dandy did not share again

walking near the KRZ landfills
look for what to cut and stare through the fences
how seven sweat from workers descends
mining their bread deciding that I will be like that

as they are not a fool around the neck of the family
studied the planes of the basements and attic
It is always easy to find where to go with the boys
go to the stadium then he was not yet collapsed

My small ghetto was circled in a circle
fog veil and factory pipes
ridiculous houses are rude but nothing to do
Once the temporary district turned out to be eternal

From the liver here they die more often than from old age
here on the courts at the shahi and not on the oncoming lane on the brabus
Everything is like in childhood, although it went without a return
I heard yesterday not the locals were shot from the injury

poverty gopot gypsy immigrants
show -offs do not roll against the company of drunken landing
God's forgotten place many in the center were fierce
There will not be enough paaly for everyone and we stayed

chorus
In the haze of carbon monoxide lonely builder
in the summer it looks like the south when it is poured from the topl
Posopocalypse brings Pripyat in the fall
fuck time without five last bass in the City

2. The old club stores foggy albion
calls for memory again there was an illusion
Cinema four rubles new for six
And Antokha and I were kicked out for sigi and seeds

In the cassettes of the Poddigei, to unscrew the week in the week
Two hundred folding knives managed
cleaned copper from the wire handed over a colorful
forty rubles per kilo of such prices are gone

Honesty Rudiment Love became atavism
With age, childhood pure prism is obscured
Do not play BIS and do not continue leaps
and remember rumors about the ghost in the old water pump

Not otherwise every house has grown up by history
I remember how they argued with Anton to the mustache
who is cooler densl or kish kneads
A couple of years have passed and I am already with the Iroquois

Grandmas were baptized by shots of amorals
And we had fun fucked up the wilder
Two for the entire area of the fucking non
and the first injections of tattoos of cars on the skin

later I moved to the ghetto
and he is in another like a different edge of the planet
Meeting of parting nothing forever
and the area is worth absorbing infinity