Тимати feat. Ратмир - Сны - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The sun melted over Cuba like butter, and Fidel Castro smelled of rum and cajiba.

He talked about communism and smoked a cigar. Marilyn Monroe was waiting for me in New York.

I escaped him through the window. Here I am in New York. Snow, Christmas.

Walder-Fostoria, a room, history, where Roosevelt once sat by the fire.

Now she seduces me there, roads of cocaine and a sleepless night.

Of course, she's the best at sex, but the Dalai Lama was waiting for me outside the door.

Saddling mules, we set off for Tibet, where I almost took monastic vows.

A call on my cell phone: your omelet is ready, Stalin is waiting for you to have breakfast in the reception area. I walk in and ask an immodest question: "Why did you burn the Jews? You're half-black yourself?

You burned your soul along with them. An omelet without poison, relax and eat."

Sushi awaits me in China, geishas in Hong Kong, a flock of storks. I'm flying away, Jamaica, I know Bob Marley's Chilim, and I'm falling asleep.

I've been where rivers flow with wine, where it's impossible to get burned by fire.

I've been where mermaids sing of love, where eyes burn brighter than the night lights.

There, you can touch the sun with your hand. The firebird is in a cage, I ask it, "Sing."

And I'm flying again, I don't want to open my eyes. What a pity it was just a dream. I've been where rivers flow with wine, where it's impossible to get burned by fire.

I've been where mermaids sing of love, where eyes burn brighter than the night lights.

There, you can touch the sun with your hand, the firebird in a cage, I ask it, "Sing."

And I'm flying again, I don't want to open my eyes, what a pity it was all just a dream.

Sherlock Sholmes and Watson surprised me. What were they smoking to see the Baskervilles?!

In fact, I'm just tired of them. London, goodbye, I'm flying to a new destination.

I barely landed in Washington on the Falcon, walking across the lawns, and I was sitting in the White House.

Monica Lewinsky lit my cigar, and I realized I was Bill Clinton; she knew how to turn up the heat.

Oh, what people! Bin Laden, come in, sit down closer to us, and tell us,

How did you manage to blow up the tower in New York City? Just don't lie, tell us the truth.

"I swear to Allah, I'll tell you the whole truth: Bush and I are playing a dirty game.

They want to take over the entire planet, and the weakest of spirit will be the first to surrender!"

Tyson and Bush rushed into my office. Tyson walked in first: "Hey, yo, wazup, hi!"

Old man, how many winters and years! I have a question, can you answer it?

What's going on with our mutual friend? Does he think he's Napoleon?

Let me remind you that the French didn't defeat Russia, and neither do the Americans. Well, bring him in, along with Tyson, they bit off Bush's ears.

So he doesn't listen to any more Pentagon nonsense, well, the world is saved for today, something's making me sleepy.

I've been where rivers flow like wine, where it's impossible to get burned by fire.

I've been where mermaids sing of love, where eyes burn brighter than the night lights.

There, you can touch the sun with your hand, the firebird in a cage, I ask it, "Sing."

And I'm flying again, I don't want to open my eyes, what a pity it was just a dream.

I've been where rivers flow like wine, where it's impossible to get burned by fire.

I've been where mermaids sing of love, where eyes burn brighter than the night lights.

There, you can reach the sun with your hand, the firebird is in a cage, I ask it to "Sing."

And I'm flying again, I don't want to open my eyes, what a pity it was just a dream.