Зараза, Manky Monk - Иномарка
текст песни

(It's not a cigarette that's smoldering, a carriage is rolling)
(It's dark again in the city)
(Faster than the wind past the ghetto lanterns)
(Only the icy spot of the moon)
(It doesn't matter if it's summer or knee-deep snow)
(Again it lay like an uneven glare)
(Night, three people, a street, a lantern, a drugstore)
(On the wing of my UFO)
Blinking lights howl in the distance
A lighter sparkled in a shady arch
A janitor with a broom made of a gnarled stick
Wanders like a robot Wall-E through a tired dump
The whole city froze, but for the right marker
As if in the exclusion zone a lonely stalker
Under the toner, blacker than the pupils of an African woman
Boys roll in a foreign car
The welded joints shine, the headlights blind as if from welding
The engine roars, it splits atoms into quarks
There are potholes and ravines
But we raise the stakes without lowering the windows
Even if you are a master of tag
Spades fly into the wheels, don't go to a fortune teller
But we are on the armor as if in a tank
Turned on Bogdanka, rap is playing on a dummy
A fight is happening past the old barracks at the entrance
A dog is sitting near a garbage can
At the turn after the park we turned the corner
And here to the right after the sign
Our carriage floats, woven from the twilight
Along the old quarter and back to the main one
In the cabin, Vavka is on repeat
And in that car, there is a repeat in auto mode
(It is not a cigarette that is smoldering, the carriage is rolling)
(It is dark again in the city)
(Faster than the wind past the ghetto lanterns)
(Only the icy spot of the moon)
(It does not matter if it is summer or knee-deep snow)
(Again, an uneven glare fell)
(Night, three people, a street, a lantern, drugstore)
(On the wing of my UFO)
A carriage rolls, not a cigarette, smoldering
It's dark in the city again
Faster than the wind past the ghetto lights
Only the moon's icy patch
It doesn't matter if it's summer or knee-deep snow
Again an uneven glare fell
Night, three people, street, lamp, drugstore

On the wing of my UFO
(Let's do it again)
Those carefree evenings have no price
I'm in the yard, the boys are waiting for me there, as always
Memories, I can hide in them
On the motor past that young spring
Straight into summer, on repeat
Again we exchanged money for cigarettes
We turn on the high beams, the lights don't light
Foot on the pedal, the headlights echo in a beat
Meet the wild squad
No hurry, on a calm one, bursts of laughter in the cabin
Oncoming on stress: immortals
Sanya, Mikha, Dimarik and Zheka
Max, I'm so glad you came too
Helped me escape the chase of the BMW
You're floating, and outside the window time is a river
Send my regards to the Gods up there in the sky
Well, under our rubber there's earth
Either high or low, and you can't mope
In any case, we've been taught
To start a new day with movement to the better
(It's not a cigarette that's smoldering, the carriage is rolling)
It's dark in the city again
Faster than the wind past the ghetto lanterns
Only the moon's icy patch
It doesn't matter if it's summer or knee-deep snow
Again an uneven glare fell
Night, three people, a street, a lantern, a drugstore
On the wing of my UFO