Текст песни MAXIFAM - Кухня

Let it be the easiest track, with simple thoughts,
This text must be sincere, you hear?
On that edge do you see? Not my own
I suspect everyone is boiling, a year for everything!
And so, let’s say, the world is round like a globe today is not a day, tomorrow is news.
They looked for me, but forgot to go into the kitchen, half past 5, tea, good morning!
The sin of fear and crying saves me hope for tomorrow, now sleep off
Apartment 13, kitchen, 3 on 3 mother's space notations addressed! (fx)
I am 23, I have reconciled, the underground paths of this province
A cook with an Asian slant fuck on fashion, in 2005 I looked like into the water
I’m sitting at the table, on the table there are fruits next to my friends, outside the window murky (fx)
Mouzon shakes me 3rd day autumn, winter I am with muse and with music

Chorus:
From the kitchen to the bedroom
A new day like an old tape recorder
From the bedroom to the kitchen
Every time live alive and hunger nothing

2nd verse (MonMoti):

Firstly, life is an accumulation of nerves, matter, energy
The second - the three of us in the kitchen, the speed of conversations as if
Storm flurry, all in place. (Fx)
Quickly pour tea to everyone, smart as a ghost
Gnawed bits, rhythms in the brain lobes, have a conversation
This is a brotherly connection, Asian mood ... it's full fucked up
A knife knocks on a board cutting us bread, Maxifam family
5 years we cook food for the crowd, for those who are hungry for life
Consciousness of people, the day will pass, the fruit will ripen and are you ready to consume it?
Again and again, ready ?! Cloudy sky on the street crying on the roofs of houses
In the fourth window, one of them we are 4 to 3 room, kitchen, you will understand the sounds and
You’ll understand, shit from Asia, take it, take it, take it, stick it.

Chorus:
From the kitchen to the bedroom
A new day like an old tape recorder
From the bedroom to the kitchen
Every time live alive and hunger nothing

3rd verse (Romanian):

To begin with, there are three of us here out of seven people,
and we, of our own free will, are locked in the room, the light is off ...
kitchen utensils merged with the shadows
all weightless plus wallpaper glued fiercely
Steam, proven not to break bones,
Brass knuckles knocked out a jaw like Steven Seagal from those cassettes,
but ... somewhere in the depths of human catacombs, there is a room
With a bucket not overlooking the mountains, the tide is warm, the ghetto,
steppe dense forest paradox nonsense
but this is every day spent in these stone blocks
The morning breeze blows into the bay and you
how a fucking cruiser sailed into everyday life
nearby, one who is able to not only give sugar -
brothers, while Ruslan makes tea I’ll tell you how on the hut there
What about the money for the holidays, wrote the text here
In a circle walking plastic containers from the entrance,
Uuuu city .... Salamaleikum for your crew,
think there is a rap, are you ready to step into the kitchen like this?
It smells deeper and deeper here.
A promise from Asian lands, remember, the Silk Road is great ...