Грот - Слухи
текст песни

Weather, like Nishtyak,
But there is a little winter.
Ay-yes, brother, let's take
Something blue is strong.

And on some mobile
The latest cents.
From a disc with disks
Interest does not drip in any way.

How tired these alarming calls are
Knocking in the door at night,
As well as a stilt of ceilings.

Anthill. Formation of hearts
Under the clang of knives.
About a hundred lives
On 12 floors.

Someone tomorrow
Go to the first shift,
All this does not concern
Student VGIK Lena.

Towards the changes
With proudly raised rack
According to my mother’s recipe
In the pharmacy for tramal.

And, you never know what the grandmother will say,
When he wakes up,
And, you never know what Helen will say,
If it returns.

All this will end
He will pull with a heavy hand.
Screaming trembling on the glass of the sideboard -
You should not listen.

And in the yard all the same
Grings, gogot on the bench,
Lava to a nimble motor,
Aqua Mineral, pins.

But it’s funny even
I was the same too
When I did not think about
Shaking hands later.

And Zheka lived little,
Just 26.
By car under the AIDS,
120 in the wall. Tin!

What a good guy was
The old women were checked
And rumors rushed around the house ...

Someone heard something
Someone saw something
Someone even shot someone in the video.
Sleep, don't think badly
Don't look, don't listen
Gently more, and the walls have ears.

Eye, cold
The weather is again on Smark.
It is poured into the stake
100 grams of green brand.

Zaparka in the yard,
Zoo on the site.
Vladimir Central
Dolibes from nine.

You know, it’s easier to survive
If there is nothing to share.
Remember the 90s?
"Brother, leave to smoke."

How often it was then:
The road is young,
Only instead of a Russian spirit
There was hemp smoke.

Everyone remembers who is behind the house
Was the first Bach
Like low blood
Success.

Maleha in our entrance
It became quieter
Garbage through the floor live -
The neighbors are like mice.

Dads pump muscles,
Moms are raising children
Water ficuses,
And wait for the weekend soon.

Ole-Olya Country
Sports patriots.
Beer, chips, football
On TV, family, work.

From the reduced nights
No one is safe
Moreover, it is not sinful
Grab from old acquaintances.

So the ambulance is again
Will drive closer to the morning
So for someone again
They will find something.

Unshered to be new
Tape recorder with an icon -
It's quite normal.
Lombard after gastronom.

And so everything is still
Under the sauce of everydays,
Once we will leave
Leaving rumors behind him ...