Test Son - Свежий воздух - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Who would have thought things would turn out this way?

Boring, monotonous.

Nothing changes around.

Repentance concerns lyricists, finding their place.

It's like childhood, to be enjoyed.

Have you heard the coffin lid? I buried another me.

My place is underground, you notice the paths from the window of the house.

A bunker in motion, colonnaded alleys.

A flicker along the way, but...

What do we end up with?

A house without air, a continuous stuffiness.

Enough spirit to influence the course of events in your mind.

Jedi tricks, I tried playing all the albums.

But Vinnie passed by, passing the underground, Nas? He's dozing

Method and exchange, clan forever

Leaving the subway, I saw a light in the window, I've had enough anger

In the window, a silhouette of someone who gets up early and hasn't gone to bed yet

The door is closed, I'm walking with my foot, Trying to influence with the power of thought

(1:00)

Hey, Distangi, wake up, it's time to get out of your personal Hell

Come on, get up and I'll show you where to go

It's hard to gather your strength, grab a notebook and scribble a couple of meaningful rhymes

You said I was a motivational example for you

Saved, I used to write lyrics, and where are you now, look around!

Greenhouses? Are you freezing?

I'll stuff you into a fur coat by force

Oil on canvas, you're in the painting by Kustodiev

Inhaling a French croissant, in the past it was you who pulled me into this business, not me,

You were the first to write

Your contribution is undeniably important to me, your first demos in the apartment, but it's too humid in the greenhouse

Giving out higher degrees, you're pure melancholy

Listening to the lyrics, I haven't gotten used to the new school yet

Sleepy, we headed to the studio to record someone drinking alone in a bar, without money, flying down the highway on the wings of Pegasus

There wouldn't be enough baskets for your signatures,

There aren't enough Tsoi signatures for your paintings

And late at night in winter, falling asleep in my place

I saw dreams where the Distants and the test son were on the same stage

Take a breath of air

(1:50-2:00)

My mom says we're on the same path

When he hears a demo on the speakers in the background

I closed the door at home, I'm on my way to the studio

Something in the language of underground protest

If you're going to use, stick together

Hundreds of text messages about the lyrics

My style is terribly funny, grotesque

One-sided Country game

New text message What where when

In me, the Investor killed a child

Welcome to the harsh reality

I write a rap, I play a track, my sister really likes it

But my hero lacks tender feelings

Needing a breath of air, I dial a number, in response, I'm already rushing

To the studio, underground, where there's not enough oxygen

So get out of the metro, your ray of hope is already fading

Sitting in a bunker, blaming an external enemy

Let's show that there is life beyond the Moscow Ring Road, and not just water

Take off your gas mask and put on your glasses

Now I'm your black guarantor, Junior Sergeant

I'll show you where to shoot I need to know which tower to use, which muse to summon. There are numbers.

I'm your north or south wind, whichever you choose, just please take a breath of air.