Эсчевский - Говорят
текст песни

So this is the music of empty courtyards - broken old windows.
The block holds many secrets - and how many water reservoirs are buried there.
At the entrances and traffic lights - someone's tags or logos.
My name has spread so fast that the cops won't catch it.

We have a common interest - to rise and leave a mark.
It makes me so happy when these verses are everywhere.
The purity of free thoughts - allows me to accept success.
A voice inside tells me that there aren't enough ideas.

I need to work - every day it's as if I'm a robot for them.
But I still burn out just for the sake of freedom.
All I need is to multiply by x2 - to have a reason.
To share in a close circle - yes, you know everything - anything.

Thoughts melt before our eyes - to set up or burden.
Karma will return everything back - and no one will forgive you.
Old entrance - empty balcony - surrounded by panel nines.
Take what's yours - but be yourself - as if it's written. With my bones

I honestly don't give a shit - I hear this beat from someone's windows.
So music lives beyond my old speakers.
And let every fucking water spirit only praise his own swamp.
It seems to me that what's inside your forehead is more important.

They say there's so much to do - they don't know how to help you.
They say we're not the same - we're a little pissed off, by the way.
They say I'm lucky - but I don't sleep every night.
To give my family everything they want.

Alone - I feel like Moscow is crying for me.
I'll help my fucking family even if I'm wearing holey socks.
I might be exhausted - but I always have something to say.
You always have something to say - but always behind your back.

This is the music of empty courtyards - broken old windows.
The block holds many secrets - and how many water reservoirs are buried there.
At the entrances and traffic lights - someone's tags or logos.
My name has spread so fast that the cops won't catch it.