Текст песни Каштанов Алексей и Фёдоров Мирон - Привет

I as a parody of melting April
So that you stumbled on my first words
In the left breast painted door
Nerisovanny blow knocked from the shackles
And you all perfectly kidnapped
Robbery soul, throw everything in the package
Now go, all stolen lie
All stolen silent , you are not here anymore !

And if you hear me , let's go back to our home , back to our house - house - house
Or, again, shut up - control shot in the face, like a shot in my face
And as always in my verses someone dies, someone will kill again
And it's so easy ...

Oxxxymiron:

Hello from the bottom , you're somewhere where the light and elektrofank
Laughter , left electorate dinner in evening dress , social events
There's no me here empties reception package poisons
Caustic as salad in the morning, there is no contact and nedotrah
One hundred years ago in the summer so we wanted the whole world to ashes
Forums burn the whole planet , becoming ashes , ashes and wind
How do I buy a ticket to see you back without prepayments
Glazed not warm , drove off the ladder and faded screen
Detector rights - often lied to myself , I'd probably scatterbrain
In the case of crash those without goals and vector stele couplets over octaves
Sure glad those we predicted it
But I believe indisputable that there are no obstacles in their cues did not penetrate
Now stray restlessly in the wilds of the continent
The lot fell upon us , where winds in the dark river
Rap - is cal everywhere hyperbole yes synecdoche
If without them, that you do not have enough - a concrete fact
I mirror says : & quot; Bottoms up , bottoms up
Your life is more full days , around year gam and not Guernica
Writing with her in any way, rather technocrat became retrograde
What do you do so , as she should , kindergarten, and it's time to grow up
Sin is trying to catch up with shadow , light-headedness , as booklets Herbalife
There is not exemplary couples time to make a career plan .. & quot;
And I nod in response to : & quot; Respect for the advice bro
If so , kill me, Derek Negro porebrikom ... & quot;

And if you hear me , let's go back to our home , back to our house - house - house
Or, again, shut up - control shot in the face, like a shot in my face
And as always in my verses someone dies, someone will kill again
And it's so easy ...

dom! No:

I think rap I hid from problems
Filled in the gap Bosko
That life is not an escape for the brand
Svali my apartment - I have not !
Plus a liter of brandy again substitute my dinner
But where are you? That taught dance at Christmas
And our ever- hungry table and melted your wardrobe
Fled with all the work , you fucking wear
I've seen it all , but we need to pay for the house was
So tolerated realities of the world
We stole clothes and you're fucking beautiful
My crime !
Cut in their cells alive!
Two characters from the film, we keep quiet - applauded. Fuck ..

And if you hear me , let's go back to our home , back to our house - house - house
Or, again, shut up - control shot in the face, like a shot in my face

I could build a great career
Podebat entire system and throw your ass in Cayenne
Two hundred miles per hour . In the hands of Jack Daniels
I'm ready now vebatsya in your Premium
The steering wheel to the opposite , seeing you
Female translates smile with a frontal window
Well, not yet. Crushed foot pedal
Such is the brash our last kiss
A pity ...

And if you hear me , let's go back to our home , back to our house - house - house
Or, again, shut up - control shot in the face, like a shot in my face
And as always in my verses someone dies, someone will kill again
And it's so easy ...

And we could stay alive
But it's boring to be here alive
And if you want war again
Are you implying - we all repeat
And if not, then laugh in the face
We still go back to our home
House -home- house ...