Текст песни Loc-Dog - 14. Греет

[Verse 1, Caspian Cargo, Gross]:
I'm at the window where there is heating.
There are twenty of them outside the window of fighters.
A detachment of cops, cordon, wound UAZ.
They ask to drop their weapons and go out with their hands up,
And I'm sitting and calling mom.

I sit and ring my back to the battery. Mom, take it soon.
I will say “no, I am not sick”, I will say “yes, everything is fine.”
I will say “no, you will not grow old”, he will say that on the sick-list.

I’ll say, Mom, I was a complete moron -
I just now understood everything that you told me.
And while you cleaned, washed, soaps -
I did not appreciate this power of Persil.

You asked me to devote hours to my studies.
You said: “Look, look, Galka has a son!”
But the home does not answer, the cell too.
I’m calling the worker, maybe ...

And they ask me to stay on the line.
They say my call is very important to them.
And I have blue hands from tattoos and cold,
And outside the window, the squad was too quiet.

Soon charging will sit down and the owner of the charge too;
Maybe he will hear a call, maybe I'll get through all the same.
And this hope so warms me;
Although, rather it is a battery.

[Chorus, Caspian Cargo and Loc Dog]:
Rain pours like a bucket. Cold winds blow
But there is something stronger and warms us.
I would have made it warmer, but I myself do not know how;
And you, pray for me, dear
As I fall down, fall to the bottom.

[Verse 2, Loc-Doc]:
Many of these I no longer see.
Everything is already on opposite sides of the movement.
Formerly from Milan to the tower in Paris,
Now they have on their phone benches and bags.

I live my quiet life again.
Sometimes I work where we muttered something together.
Courtyards breathe different air.
- Hello, I’m still in force.

Translate me to Qiwi.
Find under the blue Mitsubishi connection.
If we can change anything, then the exchanger will accept it.
It’s better to die than to kneel.

I am also a prisoner. Deliver me from a livid head.
I fly to the islands, but I drag myself with me, alas.
Perhaps the commandments were right.
Thought struck in the brain more powerful than white so that.

And I swaying from her cruelty left the house,
Seeing like steel blades grinding society,
The light reflected in my face, on.
I will leave this verse without details.

And as a result, the story was still sad.
- Okay, I'm hanging up. Hugged to the crunch.
I have to give out the memory of the empty
For contemporary art, then listen.

[Chorus, Caspian Cargo and Loc Dog] x2:
Rain pours like a bucket. Cold winds blow
But there is something stronger and warms us.
I would have made it warmer, but I myself do not know how;
And you, pray for me, dear
As I fall down, fall to the bottom.

[Verse 3, Caspian Cargo, Ves]:
Wake up from children's laughter.
Wake up, all so troubled, then what?
Sluggish gait, like a hippo towards the kitchen,
In milk, cereals float there.

In trouble, the small toys are all revealed.
In the wake of the hot one should be scolded, I did not.
Get the old album, look through -
It’s like turning on the headlights in the old places.

Heats the blanket and under the touch blanket.
Guess the plot as if I was shooting. Although - no, not me.
The calls of friends warm, those that are far away.
To warm them, he also recently called.

There is a cigarette in the cold, not a foot into the yard.
Heats coffee while the neighbor is freezing and warming the motor.
Warms chocolate birthday cake.
But candles that resemble age do not warm.

And I run home with all my might, -
To that one.
Say "I love" to warm in response,
Well, after that - I warmed dinner.

[Chorus, Caspian Cargo and Loc Dog] x2:
Rain pours like a bucket. Cold winds blow
But there is something stronger and warms us.
I would have made it warmer, but I myself do not know how;
And you, pray for me, dear
As I fall down, fall to the bottom.