Восточный Округ feat. Казян - Район
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Fall asleep calmly, my sleeping area
Where Hawmi divides with me, his warm house
My homeland is my mother and how the truth is one
I remember my roots, all hope for myself
Fall asleep calmly, my sleeping area
Where Hawmi divides with me, his warm house
My homeland is my mother and how the truth is one
I remember my roots, all hope for myself
I'm going past the house, native district
A warm picture, I am so loved by me
But still passing by
My trail is inaccessible, faith is frantic and invisible
As for the bailiffs, here is the number - this is Dima
He has a concert schedule without makeup
All paths lead to the third Rome
And return us to the shore, number one on
My life is a full house, my wide step
I threw a crowd, lifted a fist into the sky
Shapovalov did not wait, everything that was needed, the lads gave me
Now I made a rapak so that the plate swim
The area glorified, and the capital of skyscraper
And my city is a pit, a picture swam
Everything became somehow strange
My magical world, where I will drink water from the crane
Little Kazyan in the middle of the ocean down
I welcome earthlings, as if I were Keanu Reeves
Little Kazyan in the middle of the ocean down
I welcome earthlings, as if I were Keanu Reeves
Fall asleep calmly, my sleeping area
Where Hawmi divides with me, his warm house
My homeland is my mother and how the truth is one
I remember my roots, all hope for myself
Fall asleep calmly, my sleeping area
Where Hawmi divides with me, his warm house
My homeland is my mother and how the truth is one
I remember my roots, all hope for myself
Rough, prickly wind sharpen the walls, rules them like plasticine
While we wander between houses and train our instinct
From ring to stone, yards are twisted like a screw
We are all in a hurry somewhere, because it is a sprint
I left smoke for a long time, but the smell of tobacco beckons
When someone is near these clouds
I will click the landscape as if on a poster
I have my own path and I do not need to rent a stranger
Lame poplar along the avenues, like twins
Advertising billboards, exposed liars
We are mistaken sometimes like chicks
But we are for the movement, like Voronezh insolents
Pictures of panoramas, window frames, houses like a temple
Asphalt around the wounds
The district decided to survive everyone, the campaign is a plan
We fly around the arc as a launched wool
The day was replaced by the night, my area is already sleeping
I will close the key, Mom come on without offense
I am beckoning the yards, until the morning there is stuck
Straight from this hole, look at what kind
Cars are sleeping in the parking lot, there is a high fence
Someone rummages at the entrance, the Babon is going quietly
Someone is looking for happiness, someone is looking for slaves
I am calm because there is no one with myself
Gray and native city, the streets of Shpanu smell
I hear screams behind my back, this is the city of Parama
**** You and I stick out, let's one brother one at a time
I have to think how to get up, I don't want to fall to the bottom
The music of Minor plays
Dawn, everyone climbed from the north
And again I did not see dreams
And again I did not see dreams
Fall asleep calmly, my sleeping area
Where Hawmi divides with me, his warm house
My homeland is my mother and how the truth is one
I remember my roots, all hope for myself
Fall asleep calmly, my sleeping area
Where Hawmi divides with me, his warm house
My homeland is my mother and how the truth is one
I remember my roots, all hope for myself