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There is darkness in the courtyards - The boys are drowning in the basements,
I am rooted here - the streets will remember me,
There's not a crowd of us today, but usually there are tons!
Garbage fights in neighborhoods are our promotion.

We dive through the yards like dolphins in the ocean,
Someone took a drag on the sofa, youth is digging a hole.
I'm riding an iguana, wake up militias!
The aliens pulled in their sleds.

My dear street, I’m with you on your terms,
Past the old planet, from need to destiny...
The neighborhoods are dark, don't play tricks with me,
The dirt and streets are here, wrap some bandages!

Such a beautiful day to stay here
Poisonous gas was released directly into the masses,
Thick beat and bass - this is the base, bitch.
Your fucking letter is past the cash register!

Think, think, just let your head shake,
I get into the beat, I have a studio in the basement.
At night, drug addicts roam the block
We fill our fists in freestyle.

Street - resilience.
Fuck it - Speed.
I walk through the yards, read stories.
The street remembers neither valor nor honor,
Treat the wound with pepper, drown in the entrance.

Yes, we are funny guys
Write it down in the protocol
Here everyone is in the lead role,
Maybe you didn’t know, but we will be in a split.

Occupation - discourse-terrorist
Boy, watch my words dance a jig and twist
In the black dens of Moscow, where the rays of the sun do not penetrate
Although bad manners, but, crossing the Rubicon,
Remember who you were born and where you come from
I speak only for myself with my broken syllable
Here's my slogan:
The street beckoned me, I ran after it
Constant marathon, but I'm not tired yet
They say the walls have ears, but the streets remember everything
When dead souls roam, looking for food
Drowning under the weight of tons of drunk, sniffed
In one or two
Will it be summer or winter?
The street remembers me as a carefree boy in the mid-2000s
I'm toothless and happy in my family's kitchen

The street remembers the first bottle of beer
Everything seemed so nice with the boys on the bench
The street remembers broken hearts, you have no face
And the whole world is against you
The street remembers dirty entrances
Arches, basements, bypasses
On a summer night at the Sabbath by roundabout routes
Where alcohol flows in streams
Where the smoke is swallowed up by whole clouds
Where are the happy moments in memory
Youth remains to live
Skeletons hidden in the closet
Further away, more discreetly
The street still lives, the street still remembers

Country roads - take me home
To the place where I belong
Wait, we haven't left peace
When creatures change - your portrait is depicted

Through the prism of reality, life will not be sweet
Yes, we are not tired, we say that everything is fine
Ragged flow, wild 808 and a couple of animals
We are the people's fucking militia - boy, don't be timid

Bitch, let's talk about the real thing
There is snow and dirt underfoot in this smoking city
I'll blow up a couple of cups and write about hard workers
Don't try to tell us about the walking dead

We know, we appreciate this day and are happy about the little things
Let’s not succumb to the general burden and fucking mouths
There is no time, because it does not exist
We will appear in the night and explain on our fingers