Текст песни Da-Bro - Колыбель витрин

Recording studio "Capital Records"

Kind cosmic mix took possession of us
Idea on the table - fix play on tatami
Come in sit get better
It will be like a hot dinner for you

Cradle showcases you are a bird locked up
Open the window and fly high
Together we will become a constellation
Lighting up the sky the sky

It is necessary, a lot of time has passed
Days melted for weeks, on the old topic we
Rap art, not smoke, but steam, like this,
Ashes to the floor, the riddle here is the black square

Sadovoe closed, in the chaos treshka
In this bustle, we decided to summarize everything
It's winter on the calendar, it's raining on the window
Hole black coffee has cooled a little

I build bridges in my mind
Their measurements are simple
I build them from the void
To go where you are

Smells of spring and music of silence
We put a comma, not a period
Feel our creative handwriting
We promise to make it cooler, it's still flowers

Cradle showcases you are a bird locked up
Open the window and fly high
Together we will become a constellation
Lighting up the sky the sky

Moscow is my city of roads and people
Always full of cars and news
New Year's chill sounds in dynamics
Lights are reflected in the Moscow River
But the city traffic jams won't break me
I'm the wrong girl
Office, yoga, rap in the car
But for someone I'm a special person

there were many different relationships in life
but always in touch Serega Sanya and Zhenya
people are different who are where what is successful
but financial success is not the main thing in life
the main value in the world is known to adults and children
remember somewhere deeply that the main value is good!

Cradle showcases you are a bird locked up
Open the window and fly high
Together we will become a constellation
Lighting up the sky the sky

Black Monday life as a detective
A box of photos among the cobwebs
Spotlights a thousand paintings
The time is nine to nine

On the street, a blizzard sweeps and continues to revenge
She was stuck in one of her apartments
The reference point of walking thoughts is inadmissible here
And we should get out of these dirty routines

And wearing expensive textiles pleasant to the body
No one will forbid you to walk through the minefield
This dabro style does not spoil your appetite
Count one one as gray smoke Fly

On a three-note, 150 muzlo beats exactly a beat
Graves
it's not enough for us to understand who is the master
Saints
have to wait with death incompatible
The road is already burning out like a candle.

But still, we do not send the world to the scrap
And my soul is calm, calm, calm at sea
And I would fly into space for many thousands of miles
I want to plunge into the cradle of shop windows again