Текст песни Новый Союз - Умей вертеться

Do not briefly describe me that street
Where I learned to swear and stoop
Now under the house is not fret parking
A black Toyota Prado, and there is a chicken
But the boys are also muddied, the old fashioned way
Arrows hit, spinning in the market for days
Cigarettes and erasers, evening menu
For coins in the store they plant their liver
And we are being treated, diplomas from the telly
And then people have a tantrum
Life is like that, and where does America
Trust is no longer anyone, but trust how?
And how to make love a person’s homeland?
I have already passed 26 quarter of a century
And I'm still spinning like a squirrel in a wheel
I want to live in abundance in other things, like everything

To the question: "How to break through?" - We answer: “To get the hobby”
We remember from childhood: “If you want to live, know how to spin”

I am the only one born to the whole family in the capital
A matter of principle, father had to work hard
For 13 years, for the sake of a two-room apartment for four
To get out of ordinary visitors to people at any
Though there was hardly enough money for all of them,
But this did not stop, without parental capital
Become an artist, training will bear fruit in a year
Free cheese in the mousetraps, learned how to double two
Here is such a math brother
It seems to be a mother recently taken from the kindergarten
I recalled friend Vladik, how he was there at the cordon
Among foreigners. Does he miss home
Firmly got to his feet, holds the rack
Helps ancestors, bought behu three
10 years he and I since the techie
Spin like a yule, apparently not in vain

Here are such things, we only dream of peace
There is no other choice, just flatter yourself
If you are not them, then they are you
The bird of tomorrow does not wait until you give a hollow
Too little to be talented and brilliant
A dime a dozen such as you, in bulk unique
I am not the first not the last, I believe in the words of my father
If you choose your path, then to the end
Those who knew a lot of things were afloat
God is the judge of those who borrowed and merged
Others drank, the third land rest in peace
As our friend says: “Vasya Zhitukha”
So let's go back, like the earth around its axis
While they appreciate our work, and have enough strength
Friendly with the lads in the club we are in a taxi
"Kiev rap lives" tinder these two emc