Текст песни Каспи - Гагарин

First Verse:

I am a regular in this movement
Until she came with a scythe.
I see those who could not stand it and survived like a lemon,
They fully need more doubts.
I go to the touch at night so calm
After all, the main thing is not to fly off like a cigarette butt from the balcony.
Here the Nereids are hungry and whoever remembers you,
While you are sinking, few people need them, and you too, it’s even better.
If something goes wrong friend - you will be eaten for dinner without further ado,
The main thing - life cuts like a blender.
I need rap branding, hardly need only time.
We trample mud to find the right doors.
Do not believe, check!

Second Verse:

Take off like Yuri Gagarin
Like Yura G !!!
Our life is weightlessness and bends.
I thought I was flying in my own direction,
But I'm flying in free fall.
And our path is clear - sharpen the hair and be meat,
Here they’ll immediately whip who is the balamut, who is fornication in the cassock.
They walk under god, smoke and bass
And our route leads us to Alcatraz.
We live in a big way, but with a pocket cut,
Then the blown Yakut consider yourself a Yakuza.
It's rushing like staf Jesse Pinkman and Walter White,
Caspian and Advaita.

Chorus: [x2]
Take off like Yuri Gagarin
I cut the light, change to the far.
I don’t know what’s in the final, the flight is normal.

Third Verse:

Everything is predictable, like any scene in a bad movie,
Changes the incentive to move to the top, while equally divided arms and legs.
Hundreds of people say something behind me
They will make a little noise, letting ink out like an octopus.
Here, in order not to fall and not stall, you just have to think with your head,
And if you insert, then do not doubt what.
We fly above panoramic windows and molten roofs,
And everything around will change while you sleep.
Fate will crush with a multi-ton trailer,
And either thirteen pilibs in the crosspiece of the sight.
What's the matter?? Running out of the ship late like a rat
When the parachute did not open.

Fourth Verse:

Stop hovering, gentleman, we won’t become cleaner
Children of crime reports, paper publications.
And it’s better not to wake the pack, (I don’t smoke fucking in the plan)
In the plan, if we all get up - n * zda to you, (n * zdam to them)
Slightly stomping a little, amused and fucking in a coffin,
Try to wipe this wide smile from your face.
And if in a strict form they will ask questions,
I’ll collect water in my mouth, up to as much as an elephant, fucking, in the trunk.
Rot your line until it is bent,
While you feel the beat of the pulse with your finger.
And in search of a beautiful life, wandering barefoot,
After all, to find a beautiful life, like a second sock.

Chorus: [x2]
Take off like Yuri Gagarin
I cut the light, change to the far.
I don’t know what’s in the final, the flight is normal.

Fifth Verse:

Even when we say “we are in the building” on the street,
Smoke in the ceiling - thoughts enveloped.
Here, to become a passenger - to the back,
You need not be a passenger in life.
Smoldering coal, smoldering and dreams of tomorrow,
I won’t write you how to live - the guest writer died in me.
I read the bible, but I don’t know who the author is,
And is it fun to drive a dream from the Campry trunk? (unlikely)
The bullet speed is too high
On five - four, like Liverpool at Arshavin.
Our car has its own chip, bracho,
In our car there is no reverse gear.

Outro:
“Do you know what they need in the wild?”
- No.
- And you fuck * th?
- No. No, they are bawling.
- If you're on a betrayal, turn on the back now. Then it will be too late.
- On treason ??? Are you stunned !? I'm trying to survive as I can.