Йорш - Андерграунд
текст песни

Do you remember how cheerfully stained windows
The boyish laughter of regional stores
Four chords, a bottle of port
And who can do something from pot to cobane
Boiled jeans, torn sneakers
Gopot and skinheads are around every angle
And the first night at the age of 16 in the department
But we found out who we really are
But when I die, I will lose my round
Bury me in a raw underground
Not to hell and not to paradise, all the doors are closed there
Let's check, let's still check
When I die, I will lose my round
Bury me in a raw underground
Not to hell and not to paradise, all the doors are closed there
Throw a handful of land at my last Open-Eir
You remember the routes from the gun to the point
And in the transition of reinforcement, sharpening
Heavy music and Irroza
And how hard it is to get out of the abyss
And every night was associated with the risk
We exchanged home hearth for absorptions
Flew through darkness, whined and howled
And far, far from saints
But when I die, I will lose my round
Bury me in a raw underground
Not to hell and not to paradise, all the doors are closed there
Let's check, let's still check
When I die, I will lose my round
Bury me in a raw underground
Not to hell and not to paradise, all the doors are closed there
Throw a handful of land at my last Open-Eir
And remember, you remember the distant cars
Nights in the reserved seat and blood on the uniform
Both festivals and fire
Well, all, sorry, buddy, it's time!
But when I die, I will lose my round
Bury me in a raw underground
Not to hell and not to paradise, all the doors are closed there
Let's check, let's still check
When I die, I will lose my round
E, e, e, e! Bury me in a raw underground
E-e-e-e-e!