послезавтра feat. АСТРО - Жиза
текст песни

My path is neither short nor short.
I'm on my way past the twists and turns of her whims.
There are always a couple of betrayals along the way.
And they say you get a prize for it in the end.
Don't believe them, it's all old TV.
A missed incoming call is life.
Finally, I applaud the backstage.
Then, how much I smoked, don't smoke that much yourself.
I'm resetting my MasterCard and Visa.
Write about this, add the bottom.
Leave your opinion without disapproval.
Catch some courage, somewhere, catch a landing.
In the permafrost, constantly see a blooming garden of spring.
An endless list of things to do.
Well, first of all, your whole crowd is quiet.
My crowd is Motovilikha.
Four psychos.
My youth is the main evidence that we'll soon be in the top leagues.
I salute my niggas.
From midnight straight to my favorite books.
I don't know about the plus. What will I give out next?
With my rap, not my appearance?
The ceiling is saturated with smoke.
Everything is in its place, it seems.
All the planets are in their orbits.
Everything is in its place, it seems.
All the planets are in their orbits.
All the planets are in their orbits.
Everything is in its place, it seems.
All the planets are in their orbits.
The light has drowned in us.
The sparkle in our eyes fluttered into the darkness, faded in a minute.
I wake up, how many loved ones have flown to Moscow.
Just for spring, melancholy overwhelmed me, oh come on.
I smoke cigarettes, bore, I've grown overgrown again.
My thoughts used to be scattered - now my brain is online.
After the drafts, I can barely speak, time is a thief.
I'll be home soon, because I see Zarya.
There's a bright kitchen, the chairs are occupied, it's fun - that means they smoke here.
Bracho, risking nothing, freestyles like Zip Zipulya.
And the snow is behind The window marks the transit into winter
(transit into winter)
The silhouette fades
All this was in the songs of idols at my age
The road will be mastered by the one who walks, the thirsty will drown in the water
I was restless
I never found my place, to be honest
The station was empty, but it was so crowded
I was searching for an answer to the eternal: "What would have happened if...?"
What would have happened next if we hadn't downloaded the sequencer?
Without entering those entryways, looking for somewhere to warm up?
Naturally, there was a mess lurking somewhere around here.
Even the walls have ears; they need something to sing.
My clean lyrics, over those dirty entryways.
Spit-covered staircases, where childhood ended.
I'm not a drug dealer, but I had to weigh the possibilities.
After all, there were many sound paths for the "genius" stick.
Naturally, someone here couldn't handle the consequences.
A broken heart or mental illness.
And if manuscripts don't burn, they'll do for wiping.
After all, tumbling down the stairs is sometimes useful, too.