Snow-covered chelyaba, a familiar smell in the cabin
head under rap, cap on one side,
ash on the floor, beer dripped like yesterday
in the morning, the first thing to do was viebal
huli, I hear the voice of the streets, let's drink and smoke
hardened. let's spend the winter at the studio
we will not chill ourselves, we will record an album
you will listen, then you will say wow
Russia was burning somewhere in July
while we blew, my grandma's house burned down
on the news fires, fires, fire
shrugged his shoulders, said - "I'm sorry"
always pecked, baldel, did rap
didn’t hurt white ... didn’t mess
blizzards whistling outside the window
telly on, fucking monday in business
Raisya in the fart
and I'm somewhere here in the dark writing a text
one and a half in the water
plus (...) still there for tomorrow (2x)
at first everyone wanted to become more mature
some of the friends' heads are ripe
I can hardly remember the last week
I look at people myself every day on business
Believe me, my brother and I share this topic equally
do not pull the blanket to the left - this is lousy
lonely samurai in the center of his hometown
someone else's city, there is a lot of this and it is inexpensive
I look at the world from the 12th floor
I see more bums, thinking shrugged his shoulders
I meet, see off, the scheme is simple
I went in, treat, treat, I come
matters settled, coughed heart to heart
came, ate, drank tea, or something stronger
fell into a wheelbarrow, evening Chelyabinsk rocks
and what was in the beginning? and what was in the beginning?
