Женя ReNeG - Шахунья-Н.Новгород
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Shahunya - Nizhny Novgorod, in mp3 catch
Two hundred kilometers, in three hours on the way
Put on CD, we are not sitting on the spot
We will blow up the silence, tune in to our wave
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Not intelligible voices around, people zombies
In small passages, since childhood I remember something
Gray faces, like each other
Light rhythm, knock out my naiks
> Behind the glass in the minus, here is the heat
Shahunya - Nizhny Novgorod, seventh hour in the morning
Ladies in blue robes, again want something
In half an hour, who once once catches them my gaze
> Ice desert, behind my reflection
Gloomy - dissatisfied, icon face expression
Using the position, mocking the hooligano
Player in a repita, on a mixtap from Noggano
> Zombies come to life, grandmas carry them food
Blue bathrobes, quietly looking for a victim again
A little gray smok, it would not be superfluous
Kills time, on the way to Nizhny
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Shahunya - Nizhny Novgorod, in mp3 catch
Two hundred kilometers, in three hours on the way
Put on CD, we are not sitting on the spot
We will blow up the silence, tune in to our wave
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Pulling the string, the car stirred the melody
About some Olya, not a clear story
About how the snow was melting, quietly falling on the rails
How he lost his daughter, and not together with his wife
I went through your pockets, take a little old
Looked a look, a stop with the name is strange
There is a gypsy, which restores families
Walks along the platform, overcoming the steps
So gradually, we reduce the distance
My neighbor is on the contrary, I am not able to speak
Blue bathrobes that supporters to quarrel
Slowly pass by, apparently remembered
Ice floes, turned into wet drops
To the end of the way, they are unlikely
In my ears already, with jokes Kotovsky
Attention, final, Nizhny Novgorod-Moscow
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Shahunya - Nizhny Novgorod, in mp3 catch
Two hundred kilometers, in three hours on the way
Put on CD, we are not sitting on the spot
We will blow up the silence, tune in to our wave
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