UGAROV - По Патрикам
текст песни

And remember where we lived, districts, blocks
Do you remember how we didn’t have enough of anything as children?
Somehow Moscow took it very quickly
It’s somehow very sad, I can’t believe the tears
Everything back and forth, once, twice
Who is with me on the lower levels, salam, ah-oh WhatsApp!
Yet you can see it in the eyes
But Moscow doesn’t fucking believe in tears
And my brother and I are on Patrick's Day
On the right Competition
"Coffeemania" on Kutuz
While you're in Paris
She's wearing Yves Saint Laurent
Looking through Dior glasses
Baby, this is definitely your handwriting
My music
Flew up very, very quickly
My muse
Body language teacher
It's weighing you down
And by the evening you'll get drunk at Keanu's
And in the morning coffee with cinnamon
Need to recharge
Well, what has this capital given you?
Eternal problems, always in search of cash
Everything is always in some kind of incomprehensible limbo
And I'm in the studio with the boys
Give me sound!
So that people understand - this is my hook!
Everything that was missing, I will find anyway
My friend, let's do the job!
To be looked at!
And we, and we, and we, and
And my brother and I are on Patrick's Day
On the right Competition
"Coffeemania" on Kutuz
While you're in Paris
She's wearing Yves Saint Laurent
Looking through Dior glasses
Baby, this is definitely your handwriting
My music
Flew up very, very quickly
My muse
Body language teacher
It's weighing you down
And by the evening you'll get drunk at Keanu's
And in the morning coffee with cinnamon
Need to recharge
And my brother and I are on Patrick's Day
On the right Competition
"Coffeemania" on Kutuz
While you're in Paris
She's wearing Yves Saint Laurent
Looking through Dior glasses
Baby, this is definitely your handwriting
My music
Flew up very, very quickly
My muse
Body language teacher
It's weighing you down
And by the evening you'll get drunk at Keanu's
And in the morning coffee with cinnamon
Need to recharge