Макс Саян - Вороны - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The wind blows in our faces, the sun melts the asphalt

They tell us we won't go any further

Save all this nonsense for later

Envious people don't know that dad has a microphone on in the cockpit

Earn or die, this is my day

If you haven't made at least a beat, they play breakouts

The decibels from the speakers clog our eardrums, but I'll talk louder so they remember

I definitely didn't think about what to read

Lyrics take the lead in terms of positions

They are my brutal killer and kill for every scandal

Memories, like Trigger, are following me again

Simplicity captivates me, I didn't do a feature for the sake of a feature

I am only with those who have laid down and to whom my soul reaches out

We've been in the studio since lunchtime, brewing black tea with a fat beat

We meet all your fashionable activities with Chakopay

You're your own director, boss, and tyrant

If you do something, do it to the max, so the whole room rocks

So that everyone who heard and met someone raises their hands Up and passed the greetings

They warm and watch over

My soul, the crow

If only I could remain human

Our fate carries us in all directions to bow

How not to give up

They warm and watch over

My soul, the crow

If only I could remain human

Our fate carries us in all directions to bow

How not to give up

Temptations all around, puzzles all around, what are you stuck with? Babylon breaks destinies; it's a shame that not everyone comes to their senses.

Earth brother, and hundreds like him.

The neighborhood is growing, pumping from the gateway.

I could have given up or chosen a different path long ago.

I move only on pure ground, because I know where I'm going.

From the very beginning, my friend has been betting on knowledge.

And against continuous failures, we assemble the most genuine circle.

The sun will fall below the horizon again.

Black tea boils, the engine warms up.

I fly headlong into this flow between the rows, encountering along the way everything I could and couldn't.

All I have is faith.

Love for my own, my own business.

We have become one with him.

Thank God for giving me the strength to do it again.

They warm and watch over my crow's soul.

If only I could remain human.

Fate, the mistress of fate, carries us in all directions.

How not to give up.

They warm and watch over my crow's soul.

If only I could remain human.

On The hostess's bow is carried by fate in all directions.

How not to give up