Черновые Записи - Гоп-стоп на правах
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With a guitar in your hands like an old monk
You are not a chansonnier - you are a splinter in the ears
You sing about the thugs, but in major keys
As if the lads gathered for a banquet in jackets
Who are you without a guitar? Just an old man without a button accordion
Like the lads drift on a shah without a hookah
"Waltz-Boston"? Bro, you are not Boston - you are Sanya
A tired singer from the era of fog

Gop-stop, you denied me my rights
Gop-stop, the administration took over
The rights are big
In an expensive car
Drives in St. Petersburg
With bread, fucking serious
Look at this case
You see lawlessness for the last time

You are a doctor, but you cripple hearing, not bones
Your hits are a cry of nostalgia and anger
Is St. Petersburg in you? Yes, you yourself have become gloomy
A pub star making noise
You were on a horse, but the saddle has worn out
Time has passed and everything has changed
The scene is tired, make room for others
You are like VHS in the world of Netflix-stream

Gop-stop, you denied me my rights
Gop-stop, the administration has taken over
The rights are big
In an expensive car
Drives in St. Petersburg
With bread, fucking serious
Look at this case
See the lawlessness for the last time