Killa.Vat feat. SKRMZ, KINDER94 - Крокодил
текст песни

The city is a big crocodile
Its teeth are sharp houses. They clench, without mercy
Cold-bloodedly, purposefully and surely
It's always cold here and it smells foul
They launch rockets, but not into space
In the city of labor glory. And I grew up here
The sunset of quarries, derricks and deep mines
They dug everything up, buried many. Checkmate! This is the Ural snarl
Reflecting in the sun straight from the top of the ridge
Cold as a mountain river
Music from the very depths, entering the wires
To refresh perspectives on life
I smoke one cigarette after another, pondering this thought
What I managed to accomplish in the time allotted to me
When the hour comes - it will be time to take stock...

This is the Ural sound from the city with the index "T"
The sky is all in smoke, staying on its own wave
The crocodile city holds with a steel grip
The sound still beckons, so I need to go back
This is the Ural sound from the city with the index "T"
The sky is all in smoke, staying on its own wave
The crocodile city holds with a steel grip
The sound still beckons, so I need to go back

I became addicted to reflection as a green teenager
Mixing factory chemicals with oxygen
Blistering my feet with sneakers and focusing my gaze
Among the three-layered piss-stained beauties (what the fuck?!)
Here the echoes of the nineties are still like a splinter
Because the street kids are growing up
But serious trouble will present a harsh demand
Either youth in stripes, or the local cemetery, if you're really unlucky
Age pushes us to search for a place in the sun
And with it, not childish demands
Someone will simply adapt, someone will run away
Someone will lock themselves up, unable to quit
With this beat, like under hypnosis
I speak conscientiously for human respect
Those who are at odds with their dreams have to crawl
This music from the bottom is my own cosmos! My burrow is black, like a Casimir square
A mountain hides it from the world in its depths
There are no windows along its perimeter
So that war cannot penetrate its core
But I see light behind the veil of fog - it's like a lighthouse
The distance calls me again, driving away the darkness
My claws are torn on paws that knew no obstacles
The coolness of the dark night will tightly clench me in its fist
Slipping through kilometers, like a shadow in the gloom
A retro-style landscape often flashes in my mind
In it, fire is carried by the wind and rushes towards me
But the chitinous skin of the beast will withstand attacks from the outside!
Every night I wander in this circle of traps
With a thirst to run away to a path far from the pack
But I'm squeezed by something strong, like in a vise
Hearing these bees buzzing under my temples!

This is the Ural sound from the city with the index "T"
The sky is all in smoke, remaining on its own wavelength
The "crocodile" city holds with a steel grip
The sound still beckons, so I need to go back...

This is the Ural sound from the city with the index "T"
The sky is all in smoke, remaining on its own wavelength
The crocodile city holds with a steel grip
The sound still beckons, so I need to go back
This is the Ural sound from the city with the index "T"
The sky is all in smoke, remaining on its own wavelength
The crocodile city holds with a steel grip
The sound still beckons, so everything is alright!