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My tea's gone cold, I wondering why I got out of bed at all.
The morning rain clouds up my window, and I can't see at all.
And even if I could it'd all be grey, but your picture on my wall.
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad.
[Куплеты Баста]:
Моя игра за эти годы стала супер игрой.
Проходя за уровнем уровень, стал собой супергерой.
Ростов-он-Дон, многорайонный Армагеддон,
Я далеко, но мы под одним небом с тобой мой район.
Солнце спит за облаками – бледно-жёлтое пятно.
Мы играем в «Битлов», делаем музло.
Когда-то давно, на беспонтовом компе мы сделали то,
Что другим не удалось на "Abbey Road" в Лондоне.
Конечно, было бы круче с кучей бабла,
Но счастливый случай заставил нас все начать с нуля.
Немного труда, вернее много труда.
Бог даст, брат, будет хлеб и вода.
Увы, мои стихи не пишет старина Берилл,
И с клира их народу не прочтет Патриарх Кирилл.
И Саша Пушкин, в поэзии - мерило из мерил,
Не сможет оценить мой слог, real или не real.
Покажи им сестра!
[Припев, Полина Гагарина]:
My tea's gone cold, I wondering why I got out of bed at all.
The morning rain clouds up my window, and I can't see at all.
And even if I could it'd all be grey, but your picture on my wall.
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad.
I want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life.
Oh just to be with you is having the best day of my life.
[Финал, Баста]:
И пусть нас судит только родной район.
The morning rain clouds up my window, and I can't see at all.
And even if I could it'd all be grey, but your picture on my wall.
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad.
[Куплеты Баста]:
Моя игра за эти годы стала супер игрой.
Проходя за уровнем уровень, стал собой супергерой.
Ростов-он-Дон, многорайонный Армагеддон,
Я далеко, но мы под одним небом с тобой мой район.
Солнце спит за облаками – бледно-жёлтое пятно.
Мы играем в «Битлов», делаем музло.
Когда-то давно, на беспонтовом компе мы сделали то,
Что другим не удалось на "Abbey Road" в Лондоне.
Конечно, было бы круче с кучей бабла,
Но счастливый случай заставил нас все начать с нуля.
Немного труда, вернее много труда.
Бог даст, брат, будет хлеб и вода.
Увы, мои стихи не пишет старина Берилл,
И с клира их народу не прочтет Патриарх Кирилл.
И Саша Пушкин, в поэзии - мерило из мерил,
Не сможет оценить мой слог, real или не real.
Покажи им сестра!
[Припев, Полина Гагарина]:
My tea's gone cold, I wondering why I got out of bed at all.
The morning rain clouds up my window, and I can't see at all.
And even if I could it'd all be grey, but your picture on my wall.
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad.
I want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life.
Oh just to be with you is having the best day of my life.
[Финал, Баста]:
И пусть нас судит только родной район.
My Tea's Gone Cold, I Wondering Who I Got Out of Bed At All.
The Morning Rain Clouds Up My Window, and I Canet See At All.
And event IF I COULD It'D All Be Grey, But Your Picture on My Wall.
It Reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad.
[BAST BASTS]:
My game over the years has become a super game.
Passing the level of level, he became a superhero.
Rostov-on-Don, reusable Armageddon,
I am far away, but we are under one sky with you my area.
The sun sleeps behind the clouds-a pale yellow spot.
We play the Beatles, make a muscle.
Once upon a time, on a non-unit computer, we have done
That others failed at Abbey Road in London.
Of course it would be cooler with a bunch of dough,
But a happy case made us start from scratch.
A little labor, or rather a lot of work.
God will give, brother, there will be bread and water.
Alas, old Berilla does not write my poems,
And Patriarch Kirill will not read their people from the clergy.
And Sasha Pushkin, in poetry - a measure from Meril,
It will not be able to evaluate my syllable, Real or not Real.
Show them a sister!
[Chorus, Polina Gagarina]:
My Tea's Gone Cold, I Wondering Who I Got Out of Bed At All.
The Morning Rain Clouds Up My Window, and I Canet See At All.
And event IF I COULD It'D All Be Grey, But Your Picture on My Wall.
It Reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad.
I Want to THK YOU FOR Giving Me The Best Day of My Life.
OH Just to be with you is choosing the best day of my life.
[Final, Basta]:
And let us judge only our native area.
The Morning Rain Clouds Up My Window, and I Canet See At All.
And event IF I COULD It'D All Be Grey, But Your Picture on My Wall.
It Reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad.
[BAST BASTS]:
My game over the years has become a super game.
Passing the level of level, he became a superhero.
Rostov-on-Don, reusable Armageddon,
I am far away, but we are under one sky with you my area.
The sun sleeps behind the clouds-a pale yellow spot.
We play the Beatles, make a muscle.
Once upon a time, on a non-unit computer, we have done
That others failed at Abbey Road in London.
Of course it would be cooler with a bunch of dough,
But a happy case made us start from scratch.
A little labor, or rather a lot of work.
God will give, brother, there will be bread and water.
Alas, old Berilla does not write my poems,
And Patriarch Kirill will not read their people from the clergy.
And Sasha Pushkin, in poetry - a measure from Meril,
It will not be able to evaluate my syllable, Real or not Real.
Show them a sister!
[Chorus, Polina Gagarina]:
My Tea's Gone Cold, I Wondering Who I Got Out of Bed At All.
The Morning Rain Clouds Up My Window, and I Canet See At All.
And event IF I COULD It'D All Be Grey, But Your Picture on My Wall.
It Reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad.
I Want to THK YOU FOR Giving Me The Best Day of My Life.
OH Just to be with you is choosing the best day of my life.
[Final, Basta]:
And let us judge only our native area.
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