Текст песни Чемодан - Минус

It's night in the neighborhood, somewhere in the yard again
They stole an ATM, so they will bank
Trembling 02 on the phone dials to know
We are on the front porch;
At the corner, the guys work with a rod
Somewhere on Nevsky, our asses were pressed into a chair
Looking ahead our path is unsightly
The racist taxi driver is lucky again.
No sleigh rides on a cold winter morning
I'm at the fountain, but I don't have a fishing rod in my hand
We don't like crank and don't trust a fucking fortuneteller
And the people that are with me zeros to be honest in fishing.
We are not going fast, despising cars with flashing lights
Gas masks on the sides, but not on the stalker's fans
So roll up the fucking tuple
You're not cooler here when there are clouds over St. Petersburg.

Moscow, starting from the square of three stations
For the crowd to rock, meet the provincials
And everything became familiar in the view of the balcony
Through the window opening I hear the clatter of carriages.
Where shoulder straps are boiling behind a huge wall at the table
I did not become submissive and in the cinema pru with my popcorn
The wind from the outskirts will make it clear, set fire to the top.
I send within the ring
Salute to those who are with us until the end
Who shakes his head under this sound,
What the doctor ordered, your diagnosis is Underground.
Not on Bolotnaya, not in the Kremlin, where the beat is on the loop
Underground, but warm. Until the star smolders in the sky.

Show business capital or underground abode
In lavash or in pita - this is Moscow and St.
Nonresident or local resident
Come or come as you wish.

Show business capital or underground abode
In lavash or in pita - this is Moscow and St.
By subway or taxi, actor or spectator
Do not drive, because this is Moscow and St. Petersburg.