Текст песни Jahmal TGK - Сердце Танкограда

Fighting it ...
Beating ...
Beating ...
The heart is beating
The heart of Tankograd is beating

The heart of the tankograd beats, the sun is hidden behind the clouds
In the workshops, the armor is boiled with strong guys
Pipes are smoked by craters, iron gate
Angars are unfolded with deaf shouts

Look, the heat of coal, flame dance, Chelyabinsk - Walk
Large rod, cuping crack, explosion, nervous
Breaks of masks from crooks, ball earth, Khublit fields
Loop Tuga, shred purge loop

Vrive, hand, guy young starts a hammer into the clouds
Steel shavings flies from the apron
Tell us the truth, oh well, it doesn't happen
Here and there, it lights on the heads

We reduce accounts, who said poverty here?
Let neither a sword nor a shield, and you count us
Now you will argue, huh? How, b *** b, to cure you?
Well, what the accounts filled? Or is there still not enough?

Hears ashes into the sky, somewhere in the ghetto, guys in sneakers, no money
In the hand of a black package, Soviet parquet creaks
EVERYBODY through the turnstile, Hello everyone, is there a cigarette?
No? And there is no court, there is not a feature here

Days in a faceted glass, in a pit filled with rubbish
Drunk and swearing abuse here yin-yang
Take a look, meadow from scratch and bath, followed by
Vanya fool and mafanya, yes grandmother geranium

If you get something, Welcome to the Urals, a deal
All the share in half, the kings of Lavender, and us?
Diploma, front -line one hundred grams, but post on Instagram
I will write in a notebook: homeland - mother, dad - tyrant

I got up from Ranya because the family
Because steel I, even among the shit
Gave himself a task - self -education
On the verge every day and a train on schedule

Morning earlier it will come, on the screen "Irony"
Chasing horses a chariot across the battlefield, against the backdrop I
In a hoodie, at worst, people conjure at the studios
Garus to the sky, the king on the throne, in a word do not touch him

Surely, at the bottom, somewhere in the fire of a millionaire
Someone's silhouette in the window, behind the curtain near the windowsill
This is a poet, again something weaves into a notebook
Powerful syllable, under new notes, for the New Year

The heart of the tankograd beats, the sun is hidden behind the clouds
In the workshops, the armor is boiled with strong guys
Pipes are smoked by craters, iron gate
Angars are unfolded with deaf shouts

Look, the heat of coal, flame dance, Chelyabinsk - Walk
Clang rod, cuping crack, explosion, nervous, breakdown
Masks from crooks, ball earth, reset the fields
Loop Tuga, shred purge loop

Hand is washed, circular bail
The age is falling steam into the clouds, like from a ventilation of a volcano, burning in the meadow
Legs on the lawn, where? Industrial zone - residential environment
Muzon from the phone - Bratan, Fiery Water - Girlfriend

Blizzard, not the south, swearing, drops from the ceiling
Tight, not easy life in a place forgotten by the gods
Brother, squeezes the stone hand, past cameras
The fly will not fly, but deaf, not leibak on the fabric

Always on a check guys from the heart of tankograd
We believe in a holy in the brother, the gates are taken, not a step backward
And while everyone is sleeping, and someone is simply crazy, we are with you
We are in the soot, we are cuddled, we are dragging, we will show where to pour, where to get

Chat, get out of dirt, ours at the base
I apologize, but what did these scums imagine about themselves?
Wait, nothing, bro, do not be afraid, never, bro, it's not too late
Like an armored train that gained speed, behave into battle

The heart of the tankograd beats, the sun is hidden behind the clouds
In the workshops, the armor is boiled with strong guys
Pipes are smoked by craters, iron gate
Angars are unfolded with deaf shouts

Look, the heat of coal, flame dance, Chelyabinsk - Walk
Clang rod, cuping crack, explosion, nervous, breakdown
Masks from crooks, ball earth, reset the fields
Loop Tuga, shred purge loop