Текст песни Сын Кавказа - Делай Громче

Smoke blew, invented, seen
I won, swam out, the child prodigy knocked out
Superfluous threw up C humming
I listen carefully I cook for hell
So short, and not varnish, apparently lag
Life is about the two ends of the heat of passion,
Caps, look under the feet of traps
Fists in the last way of the fonfars
And it is necessary to all simply, and all want quickly
Sleep in one bed,
Miss pliz enough already
Tired of needing to beat alive,
Have touched one more story
Who's a bitch?
***
Make it loud, time is night
Better be silent, chica-bica
On such as you put a point
Henceforth choose with whom to start the race!
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Vympel milked, udder drunk
A healthy ace, overheats the earth
Better than any playpen
Then for a penny, which makes coal run
You want like a wolf, a whole louse,
Knowing the nature of a true night you wait
Something like ants, populated, sang
Simple motive on the negative
The grandmothers were cut down and drained
And people wanted art,
And people wanted a real feeling
Such now, the public is brought up
On the fact that they themselves did not listen,
With undeground, they confused
The stepson, the Lion is right, remember,
How to walk on the road
Listening to these tunes
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Make it loud, time is night
Better be silent, chica-bica
On such as you put a point
Henceforth choose with whom to start the race!