A.P. - До краев
текст песни

Yes, I'm not young anymore!
I take care of my health, sugar-free cola
Not a gram of booze in the heat and in the cold
Still alone and my soul is solo
My lamp does not go out until the morning
My muse does not believe any rumors
My soul is with those who are in spirit!
In my ears only the truth to hear
I have not tried to overtake for many years
I have replaced my fast and stubborn move with a smooth tempo
I read rap without knowing the notes
I dream of seeing Quiet and on it the sunrise
And on it the best sunrise!
Thank God, everyone is alive and well!
Thank God, we overcame all adversity!
Thank God, the galiki are okay!
Thank God, I do not play hide and seek!
It's a pity that we do not know how to press stop
Time is like water and everyone hitchhikes
To their edges, straight to their neighborhood!
Full to the brim, that I found mine!
It's a pity that we don't know how to press stop
There are fewer of those whom you invite to the table!
At your gate, right in your area
All my years, all this is mine!
The galics are whining, but without football it's panic
So I ride once a week in my old Adiks
Holidays dilute life
Business meetings are strictly in the classics, money is only in plastic
Children are growing up unnoticed, wife is getting prettier
You straighten your shoulders, achieving goals, it warms you
How are the guys from the area, I see them quite rarely
Someone is a dep, and someone is a five-timer, well, and someone is in a cage
Wow, time has scattered you in different places
But it's nice to meet those with whom you grew up yourself
Risk zone, battlefield bridge, stones in your pockets
There are many more of them, so you and I will grab today
Ramses and dates, clubs, misunderstandings, drinking
Squabbles with bros, smoke in a circle quietly, we call them silent
Golden years, remain a bright imprint
Warm greetings from me to everyone I know, guys
It's a pity that not we know how to press stop
Time is like water and everyone is hitchhiking
To their own edges, right to their own neighborhood!
Full to the brim, that he found mine!
It's a pity that we don't know how to press stop
There are fewer of those whom you call to the table!
At their own gates, right to their own neighborhood
All my years, all this is mine!
Morning on the clock - time for movement
Glare on the faces of loved ones, give inspiration
Hugged everyone, kissed, raised my spirits
Feet in sneakers, got behind the wheel and for achievements
Often I drive through my neighborhood, I remember the guys
With whom I ran marathons, after shootouts from the cops
For the lads - from all the yards
Every black, be healthy
Everyone is glib
For anyone, ready for everything
Now everything is different, we see friends less often
Earlier in Bangkok, we hung out with the guys for days
Songs with a guitar, the light of moments is a veil
And now the young people have completely different times
My time - you can't understand it
It has its own - its own romance, my brother
I am ready to live it - again and again
I throw a fiery salaam, to my brothers
To my guys!