Текст песни Баста feat. Смоки Мо - Каменные цветы

First Verse (Basta):
Hekin cry of it is reflected off the walls,
Go out somewhere in the region of Debeng.
Indus-house MC and beatmaker Vasya Vakulenko.
I shout, - & quot; Peter Hello !!! & quot ;,
And scream drowned in a noisy Nevsky.
St. Petersburg, then I always have someone to meet!
Hayter burns in the fire - tripichnoe scarecrow.
Burning illuminates the harsh streets, fireworks Kuchina.
From the studio I send a signal to his men in Morse code,
Divorce bridges, but Basil flag
Gets to Teske Vasilevsky Island.
Time Machine, if you want you can ride,
Petrograd - royal Leningrad - the blockade, Peter - bandit.
All can be seen therefore, to anything special optics !!
Homicide did not catch the antibiotic.
Leaden sky, north wind winter
Gulf of Finland, Moscow railway station, hockey SKA.
Blue blue and white Zenith,
Sad Sphinx of old Pressing prisoners in crosses.
All our who hangs out there brothers, all the best.
17th year - fierce revolutionary horror,
Peter and Paul Fortress, the Winter Cruiser & quot; Aurora & quot ;.
Cheney Rubinstein orthodox as doctors Varavin,
Field of Mars, the Eternal Flame, the Savior on the Spilled Blood.
I was waiting for tourists, holiday weekdays, go hard,
Throw a cigarette butt in the trash - whether cultural capital cultural.
Gloomy city, I send all respect with someone familiar,
Who knew personally and through sign muzlo associated muzlo.
Keanu things in a bag, departure from Vnukovo gray, and there will be 9 brother.
Insert Vnukovo me, yes we cards of different suits,
We have cards from different decks,
But we were driving in a celestial alignment puppeteer !!!

Chorus:
My little Northern Paradise
Stone flowers.
Fall all the bridges over the sky,
And the sky is falling on us.

Peter For-Life!
Same P.!

My little Northern Paradise
Stone flowers.
Fall all the bridges over the sky,
And the sky is falling on us.

Second Verse (Somko Mo):
I am from St. Petersburg and the first to salute Gubchina,
Dreamed about the days when you call me the best.
Remember, in the center of Marat Arnold Charges puschim.
Stables bolts on that pale,
That was not boring.
My style as Piterskiy Reim,
Victims do not know the score - the beginning of fun, then the DP, then you want more.
You did Smokey crazy.
They did not believe - you ordered rhymes burn them!
I am 19, we are on the Champ de Mars to the first pair of half an hour.
With Ilyukha sizzling John
In the evening on the white nine I IBSU on yuzu, something Th set there,
The kitchen to Marat and Fyuz.
Rose from the ranks in this city of dreams,
The next room is ready for Giza with banks of the Neva.
On the Black River in the dorm read sidekick,
Not knowing what I lunge chance.
Salute Luigi!
Look, I continue to fight, Romchik !!!
Rest in peace, my friend, we had no time to say goodbye.
I was met gray, I arrive at seven.
Kotyara Petersburg's up to the marrow of his bones,
Still come back to this town relatives.
There, where the melt and the days fly turning into smoke,
Fly turning into smoke, I'm leaving,
But always remain yours, you hear !?

Peter For-Life!
Same P.! (P - Peter (Peter all the same!))

Chorus:
My little Northern Paradise
Stone flowers.
Fall all the bridges over the sky,
And the sky is falling on us.

My little Northern Paradise
Stone flowers.
Fall all the bridges over the sky,
And the sky is falling on us.