Jahmal TGK, Регион снега - Я есть
текст песни

I was at the bottom - there's nothing to do there
Echoing laughter, death on horseback
There's enough room for everyone and a nut
Every day there is sin and techno beats
Phantom success, hasty run
It wrinkles the armor, stop, don’t break your forehead
Wet Avenue, traffic jams, dawn
Awkward moment, the boxes are squeezing us all
Into the people, through the skyscrapers, into the light
Here in Moscow, just like a beast
After all, when you need to sober up
Angrier and more mature every minute
The new morning is turning pink, I'm singing
Warms a new chorus on the trumpet
Hurry up, I know I can do it all
Hello new day, thank you

I am, I am here, all, mixture
Weight - ninety-six two hundred
First entrance, up the stairs, together
With his songs he climbed into this forest, who is Leps here?
From wonderful places, naturally
But living there is tough, to be honest.
Abyss, local trains since childhood
Everyone knows what the insipid press is silent about
I am, I am here, all, mixture
Weight - ninety-six two hundred
First entrance, up the stairs, together
With his songs he entered this forest, who is Leps here?
From wonderful places, naturally
But living there is tough, to be honest.
Abyss, local trains since childhood
Everyone knows what the insipid press is silent about

I'll just put the poems under the door and leave for a long time
There's no point in looking, the needle is lost forever
The vinyl is neatly twisted, the jazz of these outskirts
We die, in between, without choosing life
Before us there were only blacks here, we are following them
Like the sun, in the most severe cold it will fall under the snow
Like between light, in darkness, winding in labyrinths
Prints for fashionable sweatshirts, youth in rhymes
Ships on the reefs, bro, and lighthouses in the entrances
You can leave the area, but remain local
You can leave everything as it is, and we can’t count the ways
Stay together, or move apart in everything
It’s very clear that I spent half my life on the wrong things.
Now I am, and I don’t need to look at the past
Set a positive intention for simple stories
Now I exist, and I have nothing to argue with myself about

I am, I am here, all, mixture
Weight - ninety-six two hundred
First entrance, up the stairs, together
With his songs he climbed into this forest, who is Leps here?
From wonderful places, naturally
But living there is tough, to be honest.
Abyss, local trains since childhood
Everyone knows what the insipid press is silent about
I am, I am here, all, mixture
Weight - ninety-six two hundred
First entrance, up the stairs, together
With his songs he climbed into this forest, who is Leps here?
From wonderful places, naturally
But living there is tough, to be honest.
Abyss, local trains since childhood
Everyone knows what the insipid press is silent about