SB - Старый стиль - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The smell of black currant - hello Motherland.

You gave me strength scattered in all directions

She made me proud by torturing my sleeves.

Be ready for anything - Imposed

Be ready for Judas

Yes, you would know how difficult it is for me, my father said

Why not obedient?mother

Shrugged...

I hid my gaze on the bench with a hood

Everyone wanted to become a movie hero, but my movie was able to over the city

A flock of ravens... I didn’t want to push the sad cart

Everything that is in your soul is penciled into cells, everything that is in your soul is in your ears.

Headphones right there

Sat down not getting enough sleep - circles under the eyes

Stuffed with a cunning Tajik, a bunch of people, quietly against the backdrop of kuchins

Is this what grandfather fought for?

Here the city was killing ideas while I was looking for a reason

Blew up the beat, burying my dream under tea

Heart with music in unison, hands in ozone

This is from the bottom.

Ana ana tomiya hip hop here SB on the wire

I change places of events, change ideas

I changed 2 units to 1 unit, changed the area

Job, girl, buzz

But one thing remains unchanged - Style

In any situation, in any weather

What to do I remain out of fashion

Old dog in the room

Old style on a wire

Invariably like the smell of ganjika

Just as valuable as a mother

This can't be sold

You can't betray it - it can't be taken away!

The same murdered one-room apartment, the neighbors are devoted listeners

Sorry, you have no options, you're as bored as a cough

It can be scary sometimes, I can’t refuse the music, the muse beckons

The pull is fierce, like a magnet for micro

As if nailed down like granite with lines

One month until salary, balance is zero

Based on utility bills

A mouse poses in the cold

Is this Underground?Friends tell me to do something useful

Everyone speaks with one voice like robots

Work until you sweat in a factory.

Oh God give me the strength not to break under the scum of stereotypes

I don’t want to depend on the opinions of people who are in the gray mass, it’s like being a yellow spot on a hospital mattress

Forgive me sorri, this is the old style, it succumbed and grew and withstood betrayals like old wine, it got better over the years

Don't even try to take it away, don't change it, it's not about me

So appreciate the caliber of music its life from peaple

In any situation, in any weather

What to do I remain out of fashion

Old dog in the room

Old style on a wire

In any situation, in any weather

What to do I remain out of fashion

Old dog in the room

Old style on a wire