Текст песни К. Груз - Тут чище люди.

Then the huts turn backwards.
Here the route is always given.
Here is nearby.
Here Shoigu is not needed, Stalin is not terrible.
There are people with stars and crosses.
Here the children are better at watching the samosad.
Than the mayor over the state of kindergarten.
They do not trust trust translations.
Because the word "trust" does not know the translation.

There is a dislike for the police, visible in faces.
Here about successes in the capital, they won’t scorch.
Here the seers do not predict anything, here is the province.
The governor knows by name * here.
Here, no kidding, the boys are healthier, about three times me.
And let us not drive here.
But here the air is cleaner, and people are cleaner.
People are definitely cleaner here, and the air is always fresh.
The province will forgive me, in your columns the same.
This is not about clothes, and not at all about grandmas.
All my soul on micro, come to the post office, bro.
Salam vk - the guys from our house to yours.
From polar cold to Moscow City towers.
From the lightweight we will cover, all in jury.
We give Salaam, the blunt of the gaj is smoking.
The product is a weighty DANGER, in sunset having a ranger.
Caspian Cargo plus two TTs, fierce kneading on the changer.
More does not mean less, and then exactly more.
All cities AK, and the boys a couple of Porsche.
For fit - thanks to the elders, may God protect you.
May there be sun, brother, and the beggar becomes a little richer.
Not measuring in thousands, but proving by deeds.
Black TT, Feather album, Fierce, walk in tatami.
Under a beat, he blew poetry. Where we will not live.
Without riders, by wire and [..] studio.
One Peace, One Love to you people, and to boys - health!
Passing by wire the repchin from Podillia.
Ros cap wouldn’t find a common language with the guys,
From the cold under 30 above the polar sky,
HERE from the hut to the hut pass Salam,
Call this genre epistolary,
Don’t put a finger in your mouth, let them inform you,
The obscure soup is not the point ..,
And life is so harsh here
That for lunch, lead, not my mother's warm soup.
And we drive purely bye
To pump those who walk around the edge,
You won’t tell about yourself, so don’t start,
and your story here will be interrupted by the words of the ouch.
And the smoother the back, the more comfortable the underground
You must be a man until you die, even after
And here we’re passing through, and we won’t live,
Then if you open your mouth, then only in essence.

From confident knowledgeable, significantly worthwhile,
Keeping quarters, from the idea of ​​the carriers,
the blind and sighted will see who is real,
The phrase is a myth who goes forward in truth.
Like smoke, waiting in the night like a peony
I pen the envelope on the sheets with a pen,
Fresh mint dirol is the only one
Pouring in cider is not without consequences.
In the midnight zamosvaryche tortured
Going forward, the metropolitan smog is omnipresent,
It’s typically a fucker looking and in the thick of it,
Where it is not cooler, people are distinguished.
It’s easier in the thicket in the forest grove,
Breathe more often and continue to broadcast however
Not so significant but downloaded under a bit of dots,
The ether is captured, meanwhile the calculation is accurate,
Everyone says stick a mouth over his mouth.
My rhyme is overshadowed by all the differences,
Aye people, I’m here purely by the way,
Noted for his greatness is not indifferent,
Precedent five differences,
The patient entered this evening by value,
Speaking as intended
Is there, but is there?