Текст песни Centr - Сирены беги

Five-story buildings are sleeping again under this gray sky.
Love, Hope, Faith have been walking around here for a long time.
Under the "Gaza Strip" and chanson made his career.
Rap music is black, but this rap is white.
“I would be in heaven, I would be in heaven,
I was here, but I was not there. ”
Again in the window the Bulatnikov Riviera.
We Urgant did not shake hands - we are not a format on the "First".
But the masses need this, as in the nineties - hera.
Native walls warm, the smell of your favorite bitch,
Since childhood, she, like me, was not friends with those.
Instead of the fizra, he set the screw in a vein,
And on the liter I poked Anna Karenina.
It wasn’t us like that - such a time.
Our president danced in shit abruptly than Gucci Maine.
My childhood idols are again drawn to the stage.
But your comeback fucked up here is unlikely anyone will check out.
Lada sedan does not roll, black Gelik rolls.
Vadik, maybe enough? Vadik is back in business.
In the world of animals reporting from the bottom.
Call me how? - Nikolai Drozdov.
Like Nikolai Drozdov through the stone jungle,
To all ills, to spite, whose muzlo - google.