Текст песни Малыш Скайвокер - Приоритеты

Yau! I walk on the block, raise my legs wide

I go, having placed all my priorities, yo

Yau! I walk on the block, raise my legs wide

I go, having placed all my priorities, yo

Yau! I walk on the block, raise my legs wide

I go, having placed all my priorities, yo

Yau! I walk on the block, raise my legs wide

I go, having placed all my priorities, yo



I walk on the block, clutching Nalik in my pocket

I dissect the snow city as a titanium

I walk on the block silently, and in the bass ears

You need to twist the mustache and take the bass

This is such a styl! Under my window blue flashes

Red eyes like two cloves in a hearse

Fashionable kids no longer play the Salki

I'm walking on the block, I'm a murdered lonely stalker



Yau! I walk on the block, raise my legs wide

I go, having placed all my priorities, yo

Yau! I walk on the block, raise my legs wide

I go, having placed all my priorities, yo

Yau! I walk on the block, raise my legs wide

I go, having placed all my priorities, yo

Yau! I walk on the block, raise my legs wide

I go, having placed all my priorities, yo



I go on the block, hide plans for my coat

I look up and the milk runs out there

We must think widely, it is a city of fools

And in it so fucking, fucking from that

I'm walking on the block, there are miracles there

Instead of a head, a receiver, instead of legs, two wheels

You hear, tears are dripping and becoming a sad

Now I tell you



I tell you

I tell you

I tell you

I tell you

I tell you

I tell you



Yau! I walk on the block, raise my legs wide

I go, having placed all my priorities, yo

Yau! I walk on the block, raise my legs wide

I go, having placed all my priorities, yo

Yau! I walk on the block, raise my legs wide

I go, having placed all my priorities, yo

Yau! I walk on the block, raise my legs wide

I go, having placed all my priorities, yo



I walk on the block, raise my legs high

So that I (yau!) Nobody invisible

I inhale the air with tobacco so deep

My blood thickens like a cherry jam

Crosses on Noli, Moscow Black Courtyards

Dusty gateway, in them thoughtful wipers

In childhood, I understood that I would not pay taxes

Time throws us like hair in dreadlings



Yau! I walk on the block, raise my legs wide

I go, having placed all my priorities, yo

Yau! I walk on the block, raise my legs wide

I go, having placed all my priorities, yo

Yau! I walk on the block, raise my legs wide

I go, having placed all my priorities, yo

Yau! I walk on the block, raise my legs wide

I go, having placed all my priorities, yo