Текст песни БРДК - Город одной истории

Chorus [x2]:
We forged the keys to the city ourselves
People were freezing with us from the cold.
I raise the banner higher over my head!
We knew we were writing history ourselves!

[Mikhalych]:
This is a BarDak, and I see we’re not sickly here, so maddening someone.
Well, since even there, in the sky, someone is against our songs.
Hammered phrases, hammered grimaces, faceless masses
Everything decides here, which of them give the most to us.

* fuck, here gangsters are all butlers of a gang of streetfighters.
We are like a pop boy-bank against them (Edvanters butler).
We are here like the Basters at the throne. We are like haslers and majors.
We're like Janix and get drunk on the hype after school.

There is not a word about VERSUS, here in chorus shout hawal
People know who was eating a dog on the last Pit Bull.
Who are hawala here, there are few people * balo,
Oprah sobbed from the excess feces on the battle.

And then the field is not shit you scored and you forgot
This is Kiev, here for every joint - we scored it.
You don't have to be a well-read nigga like Miron.
True, in battles everyone will say that * the idar was not him.

And me, like an oil mask in your rap in a pit bull
And I, here the most charming, like Bret Pete, fuck!
Tell me who is pulling us to the final in the pit bull?
As for me, so we ourselves normally * mock.

Do not * uh do take us apart at least by remarks,
But we will put everyone along the road by the curb.
And you can be mad at us, hate in its purest form,
Because because of us, this city does not see you.

- Scribe, the children have been killed!
"These are not children - these are mutants!"

Chorus [x2]:
We forged the keys to the city ourselves
With us people were freezing from the cold.
I raise the banner higher over my head!
We knew we were writing history ourselves!

[Marty]:
Envy ... Those who permeate the record with it
They cut my ear as if instead of a word instead of sweeping
Extreme to extreme to vulgarity is not good
But I came here to break up your drag show.

At the beginning, we thought that we were too subjective evil.
We were sleepy in the beginning, but you awakened evil!
Then what * did they spin with their spinning craft -
They wanted to forge a chain for us, but then Houdini suffered.

[Mikhalych]:
Here you are right, our fans are children, even when we are fame!
Here mothers read out a verse because of mats.
And after that, you thought to scare me with a batch?
And so look, what a demon I am and merge your demons.

They are contagious with poverty and underground - dominoes.
From the budo-mind, the palace is a shavan vidocq.
And while you were digging a hole for us that you fell into yourself -
Kiev was blown up, but Elvis left the building!

[Marty]:
Now I don't know what you are capable of, boy!
Remove BarDak and the PR fantasy as a joke.
We joked this lighthouse when you were afraid to read.
We all sharpened the styles, but did not let go further.

[Mikhalych]:
No respect, no hobby, everything divides us into layers.
Are you so mad about our fans, bitch? Bring your own!
You would use obscenities less often. Hooley, will you prove it?
While you are arguing with fools, they are doing the same.

[Marty]:
So hang the noodles once started for yourself then others.
Of course, you are * published! Of course, we are suckers!
Yes, we are made to go! For us, the fifth ceiling.
So bring us a noose and tighten the knot!

[Mikhalych]:
Otherwise, you will whine again that they say there are two shit in the final.
Here everything is tied, bribed, names decide.
This is Kiev, and he knows his main favorites.
And as long as you believe in it, the city will be behind us.

Chorus [x2]:
We forged the keys to the city ourselves
With us people were freezing from the cold.
I raise the banner higher over my head!
We knew we were writing history ourselves!