Текст песни Каспийский груз - Греет

First verse: Caspian cargo
I'm at the window. Where heating is there.
Them behind the window of fighters twenty to the eye
Detachment of cops, cocution, headed UAZ
They ask to throw a weapon and go out with arms raised

And I sit and call mom
I sit and call back to the battery. Mom, take as soon as
I will say "no, don't get sick," I will say "Yes, everything is fine"
I will say "no, you don't age," say that on the hospital

I will say, mom, I was a full moron
I just realized everything you told me
And while you cleaned, washing, soap
I did not appreciate this power Persil'a

Well you asked that I spent the clock
You said: "Won see, the dawkey has a son"
But home does not answer, cellular too
I call for a worker, maybe ...

And they are asked to stay on the line
They say my call is very important for them.
And I have hands from the knack and cold blue
And outside the window, the detachment is too tracked

Soon charging sees and the owner of the charging too
May hear a call, maybe you can call
And this hope is so warming me
Although rather, this is the battery

Chorus:
Shine pours like a bucket. Cold wind blows,
But there is something stronger,
And it warms us.
I would do warmer, but I myself can not
And you pray for me native
While I fall down, falling on the bottom ...

Second verse: Loc-Doc
Many of these, I no longer see.
Everything is already on different directions of the movement.
Previously from Milan to Tower in Paris.
Now they are on the phone the lavenesses and ciges.
Re-I live my quiet life.

Sometimes I go, where we shaved something together.
Already other air breathe yards.
"- Hello, I'm the same, all in force,
I have been transferred to QIWI. "

Find under blue Mitsubishi communication.
If we can change something,
Then this will accept the exchanger,
After all, it is better to die than standing on the knees.

I am also a prisoner.
Get rid of me from a rouse head.
I'm flying to the islands, but I tast of myself with me, alas.
Probably the commandments were right.

The thought struck in brains more powerful "white widow".
And I swaying from her cruelty, left the house.
Seeing the steel blades, tossing society,
The face reflected me light, but ...

Let's leave this verse without details.
And according to the result, the story turned out to be somewhat sad.
- Okay, hanging the phone.
Hugged to crunch.

It's time for me to issue a memory of empty
For modern art, then listen.

Chorus: [x2]
Shine pours like a bucket. Cold wind blows,
But there is something stronger,
And it warms us.
I would do warmer, but I myself can not
And you pray for me native
While I fall down, falling on the bottom ...

Third verse: Caspian cargo
Wake up from children's laughter.
Wake up all such in troubles. What then?
Sluggish gait, as hippopotams in the direction of the kitchen,
Flares in milk float there.
In trouble, the petty toys all cried.

In the footsteps, it would be necessary to scold, I did not.
Get an old album, extract.
It seems to include headlights and old places.
Heats plaid and under the roll of touches.

Guess the plot, as if I shot.
Although not, not me.
Heat the calls of friends, those that far away.
To warm them up, they also recently called them.

There is a cigarette and in the cold neither foot into the courtyard.
Heats coffee until the neighbor frows and heats the engine.
Heats chocolate cake for birthday.
But the candles that reminded the age do not warm.

And I have to run home all legs
To that very one.
Say "love" to warmed in response,
Well, after the lunch was warmed.

Chorus: [x2]
Shine pours like a bucket. Cold wind blows,
But there is something stronger,
And it warms us.
I would do warmer, but I myself can not
And you pray for me native
While I fall down, falling on the bottom ...