Текст песни Marselle при участии Dza-Dze - Точка отсчета

Nel:

Eight , eight, starting point for my flight
Hi, Mom ! GOOD Morning , Dad Here I am
Kindergarten, day school ,
Snowy , I am proud or even just young
Streets remember my sneakers remember my troubles
Failures , dreams , balls and rings somewhere
I remember the faces of these and snowy streets
And in this weather something often turbid
The first verse , bit micro for a couple of hundred
Freedom of my music , I became almost free
Plenty of huge drums , DJ, premier
A neighbor in a panic as she spoiled nerves
How many verses left somewhere
In my head my ghetto , and not to allow a meter
In my poems truth about the old days
Everything started there, hi lads in these places!

Dza-Dze:

I do not care , I forgot about the long time
I'm sure of himself as ever one hundred percent
What? How ? Why we must now buy their freedom ?
Roads , money , fashion, chords , music, music

I do not care , I forgot about the long time
I'm sure of himself as ever one hundred percent
What? How ? Why we must now buy their freedom ?
Roads , money , fashion, chords , music, music

Here only the sun and snow, wind and ice
Like what (?) Nature is cruel , smoking gloved even in March
He is not in the center, that city is far
Away from me elbow Moscow according to the map
There is little smiles, if it is true that once in the face
Teaches and punishes the street and not fathers belts
Uslovka in the order of things , dialogues hairdryer
There hatred for natsam , I shall omit this topic
Many Kent nedozhilo come until my drive
Someone in a fight, someone on the cutting edge , and someone in the loop
Here education in all the streets and risk
It remembers Marselle, they also cooked in a cauldron
Streets , fences, kvrataly , areas, courtyards
Lowbrow, pickpockets , Narco , debris and thieves
Without disclosing the mafia club Igoryoha you remember
City as an eternal lesson with him while you were not committed

I do not care , I forgot about the long time
I'm sure of himself as ever one hundred percent
What? How ? Why we must now buy their freedom ?
Roads , money , fashion, chords , music, music

I do not care , I forgot about the long time
I'm sure of himself as ever one hundred percent
What? How ? Why we must now buy their freedom ?
Roads , money , fashion, chords , music, music

L'One:

I came not from the ghetto , no intillegenten
My friend the wind , but I note nevetrenny
Hit the net in the 98th summer
21st District , where more Victory Square
Track Pompeii, hip-hop afloat the gigs
Not thinking about the money , so for the sake of a hobby
Thus, it was necessary, so the guy loses himself
On my screen, Scarface
Throwing , but again returned and deer sheets
4/1 Bogatreva street
Beer , porches , football , blades
But home drunk or sober cut in street play
Do you hear ? Did not think so will delay
Did not think I'm done for a long time
I did not think just doing something with someone acquainted
Woke up just now, zdarstvuy street !
Like only 10 years in the subject, even small
Only empty words do not fill account
True, there is thin face , do not say out loud
If your words are not impregnated by the asphalt
There is no sense in them
No ..
There is no sense in them
No ..

Dza-Dze:

I do not care , I forgot about the long time
I'm sure of himself as ever one hundred percent
What? How ? Why we must now buy their freedom ?
Roads , money , fashion, chords , music, music

I do not care , I forgot about the long time
I'm sure of himself as ever one hundred percent
What? How ? Why we must now buy their freedom ?
Roads , money , fashion, chords , music, music