Jahmal TGK, Казян - На улице Героев Танкограда
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Oh, my soul is not in pain
Smoked inside the room
Choking in the dust
Days disappear like smoke
Stumbling in the shadows
The windows are dark pools
He moved the sprinkler
(quietly)
The snow was falling slowly
The evening was dying
You were there, I was there
In two thousand and ten (shaggy)
There was smoke poison (once upon a time)
On the street of Heroes of Tankograd (brigade)
In any case, I was dated, young
I was not yet a gray bearded pirate (from a poster)
Confused names, dates (squares)
Somewhere coolly spoke obscenities (to the rich)
I found and hid the answers
The sneakers are still hanging there, behind the kindergarten (on the fifth)
On the street of Heroes of Tankograd (guys)
Victory Park, houses in parade (fraternity in Lada)
Yes, it’s here, almost outside the Moscow Ring Road (near Ekat)
We live, theoretically rich
Your guys are nearby (hey)
Brother, hold on to your brother tighter (this is how it should be)
And then it was scattered throughout the wards
What in general, how are you doing?
Oh, no pain in the soul, you were there, I was there
I smoked inside the room, in two thousand and ten
Choking in the dust, the evening was dying
The days dissolve like smoke, the snow falls slowly
Stumbling in the shadows, you were there, I was there
The windows are dark pools, there was poisonous smoke
He moved the sprinklers, the evening was breathing its last breath
And again with cognac, in two thousand and ten
Yo, the snow was falling, the evening was dying
Come on, Baden-Baden was still working
Pa-da-da-da, pa-da-da-da, God damn
I am together with Tankograd - tandem
I was there in two thousand and ten
Composed his fables, in a blue Adidas down jacket
Gifted by Zheka's classmate
You don’t need a ski pass to Golgotha, you don’t even need to contact private owners
Between heaven and earth, as always, there is a draft
I fanned through the empty streets with no prospects
Endless headache, on the street of heroes of Tankograd
They scattered poison, trampling everything that is sacred
And yet, in the dark ghetto there were pockets of hip-hap
Rays of attractive light lie in these mouth guards
Every letter is drenched in tears
A Lada floats along ChTZ, like cotton wool, rolled up
Ha ha ha ha ha
No, brothers, but what’s there?
I returned to this street in two thousand twenty-four
And here everything is the same and time does not flow
I-I-I, I-I-I
I-I-I, I-I-I
I-I-I, I-I-I
I-I-I, I-I-I
Oh, my soul is not in pain
Smoked inside the room
Choking in the dust
Days disappear like smoke
Stumbling in the shadows
The windows are dark pools
He moved the sprinkler
And again with cognac
Oh, no pain in the soul, you were there, I was there
I smoked inside the room, in two thousand and ten
Choking in the dust, the evening was dying
The days dissolve like smoke, the snow falls slowly
Stumbling in the shadows, you were there, I was there
The windows are dark pools, there was poisonous smoke
He moved the sprinklers, the evening was breathing its last breath
In two thousand ten

The smoke was there
Smoke, smoke, smoke was there
And you were there
In two thousand ten