Yatti - Брикет
текст песни

Hey look, I'm growing taller
Nationality - Colombian
Behind seven fences
I'm spreading my leaves
My location
Known only to a select few
Got here by accident
They'll definitely shoot you

I'm not the only one like this
After all, there’s a whole plantation of us here
We don't complain about the climate
And it’s a sin to complain
Always under guard
Terrible bruisers with machine guns
They certainly know
What's next in the story?

The day comes to collect
The whole harvest, my children
They pluck every leaf
And they throw everything into the bag
Then they will casually tear everything up
Then add the reagent
And instead of leaves
Now it’s white powder, or rather a briquette

At these moments on me
Wild sadness will come
Briquettes will be hidden more reliably
So that no one can get it
Like Cheburashka, into oranges
Or among the coal
Leaving only as a memory
Your cartel seal

Briquette there
Briquette here
St. Petersburg, Warsaw, Prague
Boston, Netherlands, Malta
To all cities and countries
In every yard and in every house
Where was my son needed?
Now the briquettes will be packaged
Now it's cocaine

On the deputy's desk
Or a bookmark on the hydra
The result is the same and everyone is in the know
Known for this recipe
The powder that was
More recently, with a simple leaf
The schmuck inhales into himself
In the nose with a five-thousandth bill

But hey look, I'm growing
The same Colombian
Behind seven fences
I will bloom my leaves again
My location
Known only to a select few
Known only to those
Who calls this business