Текст песни One Line - Разговоры

B player new tracks, I wind it at the beginning
Russian rap in my headphones always shakes
Different styles - lyrics, a crane and White Hasl
it catches me - the rapper presses on my mind

My element is poems, music - my credo
And here he is this white city, to which I am devoted
Family of White Streets - White City Famaly
After all, someone just listens and someone does it

Idols from television screens give us greetings,
And we do not need it - pink -violet
Who is interested in what the addict writes on the roof?
Although I can say we breathe in one air

One makes rap, the other is driving a veins
Please tell me what will happen to our generation?
Demons in the soul, and after all, wool will appear soon,
People are beast now, and what will happen in 6 years?

chorus:

We can and will talk about life
We know that you are like me here not superfluous



All the conversations never end
We will never stop arguing about something
Each has its own conclusions and views
And you will meet the same ones of course

And someone in this life has broken into people
live as in a fairy tale, then they have happiness on the dish
From all this dirt I constantly stir
You can’t expect anything good in these weekdays

I will write everything in my personal notebook
I can not be able to conquer my firm character
And we will go through all the vocation but what for the sake
After all, at every step, the danger lies in

But I will seek and get out into people
After all, only only the gods are the judges for me
The love of my parents made a person with me
I would be grateful to them until I fly out into the sky there

chorus:

We can and will talk about life
We know that you are like me here not superfluous

People live in a thread in the slums of miserable,
And the country spends money on the development of nano technologies
We are undermined at airports and even in the subway
We pay our lives and all this for what?

Russia today looks like a kinder surprise
Beautiful outside is it just inside?
Like thousands of volts beat us from under the Tishka
But only we can not cope with this in any way

We all did not want to cause someone evil
Maybe fate has acted so cruelly with us
and many who decided to go the wrong way
After all, the thirst for money transgressed the line of the line

And now the music is the player in the pocket
From the everyday life of the Rep week saves me
In the texts you can drown every wound
maybe you will understand this late or early

chorus:

We can and will talk about life
We know that you are like me here not superfluous