Хоп Химик - Компрессия Старого Дедушки Ляо - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

As I grew older, I often recalled my grandfather's writings. all that shabby stuff. Production of that time. Shelves of labels worn to white. Broken strings of a bass guitar - carelessly lying around in the corner. a reggae record that was once playing in the player broke into two parts, instilling in me thoughts about the old and new schools... (C) Firekiss