MAXIFAM - Ростки - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Hands to carry,

Legs to help me get there,

Sun to light my way,

Not much strength,

Sprouts will grow, leaves will grow,

Don't muddy the water, not much strength,

My heart beats in my chest, it looks like it'll jump out

My body will find rest and it will all end, there's no choice here

But while there's time, I'll be on the road, I'll burn like an eternal flame

Lack of sleep, joy, and pain, I'll pass on to you, I'll leave here

*We will live forever*

Count to a hundred, we're already close, add to the list

There is a way out, it's here, but there are few places here, who rules the roost? A minimum of words, more action, that's what time demands.

It's infinite, create something incomparable and eternal.

*YES YES YES*

Take it and throw it straight to the target.

It's here that I'll find myself or kill myself with my thoughts, hundreds of loops inside.

Someone is being strangled, day after day, it seems I came here in vain.

You think yes, but I don't, we bear our burden.

There's a world beyond the windowsill, easy access, just reach it.

Far away, son, cover your tracks, change your style, but don't peroxide.

*Tiki tiki tiki POM, tiki tiki, Dream like this*

Be yourself, don't show your face.

Sir, sex can be heard from behind the concrete walls.

At least two beats for the heart,

Three, a world stained by childhood.

*WE*

We see bridges, we dream our favorite dreams at night.

What do you hear there? Try, change, get busy

Dirty the syllable, rap is far from show-off

Life is in full swing here, this is my second front

*Yes, it's here*

*CheCheChe*

Loves from everyone, seven, MAXIFAM, get it,

Here, here, just like there

There, there, just like here,

District number four

*SYKPEIT!*

Hands to carry,

Legs to let me walk,

Sun to light my way,

Not much strength

Sprouts will grow, leaves will grow

Don't muddy the water, not much strength

Steppe dogs, a wounded side of a micro

A broken, broken syllable, someone from the darkness

Sharps a bloody eye, call me Brooklyn cat

Hidden his milky mouth behind his mother's udder

Online, I was like Don Caerleon, son

What Fuck the guns, your back meets the rebar

And you'll feel like your fingers are typing well on the keyboard,

While you've hidden your nickel away for warmth

Who's on the flank? Bearer of a ridiculous mustache, the monastery will swallow, pardon me, with shit

A city with the letter U in the subway, but without a metro

Stagnation on the traffic cops' speedometers,

In faceted glasses over a hundred in the neighborhood, construction is underway

This is how we live, here we smoke up the upper atmospheric layers

For the correctness of words, in honor of the boys

For a sharp tongue, with the tip under the rib

Inhale from a plastic container with a bucket

And swing your head to the beat

Here are those who know a thing or two about hard hip-hop

Don't lose heart, meet the clear HEADSHOT

Apparently, God gave goodness in rap, but tore my sneakers

In valiant Compton, there are countless paths, trampled by them on the run

How much is melted in that bucket, the train has left, and in it are nerves

What is love in these wilds, my woman, rap *Virgo*

Sanitary and epidemiological station in the mouth To us, the Abode of dirty text

At most, a master of words, at least a master of getting drunk

A taxi from the train station to home *home* into a three-room coma *again*

To start a new path, like a drug dealer, draining his account and escaping the police

This is my disaster sector

Apparently, the stuff in the form of metaphors has become toxic; these criminals are only in songs

A good rapper is a depressive rapper, but he falls from the Ostankino Tower

Remains on the pavement, that's all rap is.