Гамора - Маяк - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

If you're alone, and if everyone's against it.

Spread your wings, a beacon awaits in the navy.

As our mothers wait for us, afraid to spoil.

But the yard has healed our wounds, wait.

If you're alone, and if everyone's against it.

Spread your wings, a beacon awaits in the navy.

As our mothers wait for us, afraid to spoil.

But the yard has healed our wounds, wait.

In the wheelhouse at the micro, brutality, not a brawl,

The daring Staff from the ghetto didn't let us stand still.

Listen, my brothers and I are in this shooter,

We've long since burned the route, come on, no jokes.

The speakers won't be quiet,

Gamora will sound this way and that, while the clock is ticking.

I'll shove all this prestige away,

After all, your caps aren't worth even a ruble.

We stand our ground, we build for centuries,

We'll gently mix the meaning of words with music.

Black cricket, setting fire to the top,

Who's without sin here? Eh? I'm sorry, mama.

The guy won't move in without seeing the profit,

Music will correct the color of gray streets.

For some, it's not the right format, but they have wings behind them,

We've long occupied the style! Hey!

If you're alone, and if everyone's against it.

Spread your wings, a beacon awaits in the navy.

As our mothers await us, afraid they'll spoil us.

But the courtyard has healed our wounds, wait.

If you're alone, and if everyone's against it.

Spread your wings, a beacon awaits in the navy.

As our mothers await us, afraid they'll spoil us.

But the courtyard has healed our wounds, wait.

Tell us, Mister President, your Russia, your time.

I'd like to live to be a hundred, but I only have a week's strength left. I write a dream on granite, but I still believe a little.

That a great country will never kneel again.

Hundreds of opinions are like water, we're leaving the courtyard for the sky.

I embrace the cities I've been to and the ones I haven't.

They're leading us, but not with chalk, around our little fingers, know your limits.

I'm harvesting in my texts, and only the ripe ones.

That's all for now; I haven't seen the news in a long time.

If you ask, are you alive? I'm alive, but this is a thriller.

The boys are on their phones, all carrying the weight of their stories.

Every indoor king will be defeated in this field.

But today, today will end tomorrow.

And we will arrive tomorrow not without songs.

And in our hands will be only the truth,

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If you're alone, and if everyone is against it.

Spread your wings, the lighthouse awaits in the navy.

As mothers await us, afraid to spoil. But the courtyard has healed our wounds, wait.

If you're alone, and if everyone's against it.

Spread your wings, a beacon awaits in the navy.

As our mothers await us, afraid to spoil us.

But the courtyard has healed our wounds, wait.

There are three of us, these complex destinies

Scorched by time as if by poisonous mercury

A steely character doesn't allow anyone to bend to you

And don't try to screw around with us somehow

The courtyards are still pushing forward with us, just like we did with hip-hop

Kid, come on, tell us who's the boss in this

While you were crying in the corners, the crowds pumped up with us

Everyone remembers how we once destroyed the top guys

This isn't fantasy or paranoia

Don't you believe me? Ask soynara boy

We shot from the underground in our native favela

How many MCs dreamed of being our opening act

To all who have done their best for us, forgive me for so much

Whoever slings mud, feel free to suck it all

Like everyone else, we survive in this poor sieve

Hold on to the end, brothers, cherish your friendship

If you're alone, and if everyone's against it.

Spread your wings, a beacon awaits in the navy.

As our mothers wait for us, afraid they'll spoil us.

But the yard has healed our wounds, wait.

If you're alone, and if everyone's against it.

Spread your wings, a beacon awaits in the navy.

As our mothers wait for us, afraid they'll spoil us.

But the yard has healed our wounds, wait.