Loc-Dog, Scady - ШУМНЫЙ ГОРОД - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

My bustling city, take me back,

I'm already big, but I haven't wasted my passion...

These lines are written so that everyone who once walked beside me doesn't fall. The dull thirst for cash blinds, turning even the weakest of us, who were afloat for a second, into bastards. I've gathered around me those I don't teach wisdom... past the evening scandal of those laughing in chains, the bazaars about sacred goals pierced in domes, your homies will appreciate this, but I don't care about them, they don't respect TV, even though I got there and it's all for you...

My genre is a brutal romance that has moved from luxury to high-rise buildings, or rather, it's like a Kamaz ramming a showy Gelik. I'm only speaking about what I can personally verify...

My city, take me back,

I'm already big, but I haven't wasted my passion...

If only I could walk through the places where Turik was free, the commander, that's for ourselves, we don't drink or do anything now. We smoke, I heard it's cool to bury your corpse for show, kids have their own movement, give them a couple of minutes... so that this is their true path, from death to fortitude, those who are against us - I can grind them up and snort them, I threw away the scales and went deaf to old calls, but alone in my apartment I sense a catch here, listen, damn, your style is cold calculation, and ours, born by chance, still attracts them, more precisely, it's like the jackpot rose from the last hundred, to do only what we can do with crystal clarity...