LTVEVERYDAY, Sizzam - Ностальгия - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Mm-mm

Y-ah, y-ah-ah

A new life has come, I feel so strange

The street seems the same, but I'm an experienced Indian

I look back, I remember what was, what's frozen behind me

I describe the feeling, I call it nostalgia

A new life has come, I feel so strange

The street seems the same, but I'm an experienced Indian

I look back, I remember what was, what's frozen behind me

I describe the feeling, I call it nostalgia

Not on Ordynka again

Not in the clearing again

Again I'm walking through courtyards somewhere from the beam in my warm parka

I try to walk along the side streets

Where I used to walk in school

Near the house I turn along the fence, and where the drugstore is, at the traffic light

I often go to Marx

I often go to Lenin

I often look from Windows, I don't walk alone here anymore, I'm lost.

I often see each other in the square.

I often walk there in the morning.

I often see acquaintances when I walk the same route.

On Gorky Street, rarely, but bitterly.

Bograd greets me with coolness.

Dubrovinsky Street is summer.

Winter in the Marx area.

I know everything here, all the secrets.

I don't need to know more.

I know who, where, and what time.

I'm here, I'm out of the loop now.

A new life has come, I feel so strange.

The street seems the same, but I'm an experienced Indian.

I look back, I remember what was, what's frozen behind me.

It's just nostalgia, just nostalgia.

A new life has come, I feel so strange.

The street seems the same, but I'm an experienced Indian.

I look back, I remember what was, what's frozen behind me.

It's just nostalgia, just nostalgia. Nostalgia

I remember playing Dota, playing RuHub instead of lessons

My soccer jersey was number one

I played volleyball with the team

My first drinking parties, my first love

A girl sat at the desk next to me

There was a lot of fun, a lot of scandals and injuries

So many forgotten sunrises, a whole fountain of emotions

Childhood and adolescence – all experience, be it CS or drugs

Would it have been better otherwise? Would I still be me today? Now it's completely different, we live without any fighting, just working as thugs.

Everything I do now will definitely come back to haunt me later.

A career is a new challenge, I no longer cry about the past.

But sometimes I remember that carefree dream.

A new life has begun, I feel so strange.

The street seems the same, but I'm an experienced Indian.

I look back, I remember what was, what's frozen in the background.

I describe the feeling, I call it nostalgia.

A new life has begun, I feel so strange.

The street seems the same, but I'm an experienced Indian.

I look back, I remember what was, what's frozen in the background.

I describe the feeling, I call it nostalgia.

Nostalgia, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh.

I realized that a writer isn't so much a person who writes books.

As much as a person who is interested and has something to say.

Creator, yes, yes.

Anyone has something to say, but How do I say this in a way that will reach beyond the kitchen?

Of course, I think rap tracks are like poems, too.

Of course.

It's contemporary poetry, in any case. One hundred percent.