Текст песни Каспийский груз - 02 Папин Бродяга, Мамин Симпотяга ft. Jahmal TGK

Em
You're so much like angels
For me, as you can see I'm drunk
But we have a whole two pieces
Divide the path to long life
You want a son - I want my daughter
Behind my back like the wall
Well I'm not alone
Good thing you're near me
Music night will tear to shreds
Any fall or spring
So imagine all the hair in a hair I
Thankful that all this is happening to me
Our time is not yet published
It turned out that it has not yet come
Life hastily forward and not funny
Deeds not cranking but decided to be decided
Our town is not a gift but the roads
City roads broken city road engines
There is not only cathedrals kilometers of fences
And cold eyes yards but here is my blood
Yes, I grew up on these open spaces
Traveled on these roads a hundred times
In these endless corridors
Breaking anything and there is life
Yes, I grew up on these open spaces
Traveled on these roads a hundred times
In these endless corridors
Breaking anything and there is life

I Moscow naughty playboy
In the barracks of the Gulag Archipelago
I saw the world from the paper curl MakDaga to VakaFlaka
Dad's mother's vagrant simpotyaga
The barbell to his chest thrust or thrust in the chest with mouthfuls
In the plastic moisture wish good
Dad's mother's vagrant simpotyaga
I go to look at the structure of the building
I am not alone with me, my bad mood
And I realized in the process of aging that I'm in the process of aging
Give me a pill to me changed
That I rejuvenated soul and not with the person
Born this once start
Or when a beginning of the end
I had forgotten a lot of things
While the years I drove on the Autobahn
And may I now worse than it was
But certainly better than the camp
Children's joy gone somewhere for a long time
Family happiness you get caught me
I saw in a movie shoot film
But life is not seen in my life

I was my parents started
Fresh herbs like celery leaves
Not sure if I did not do
Like half the battle to have sex ideas
And no bastard from Bach
I put on the shirt guy shirt
Meals have to nats nats Poles
My size from us in Nataha
A look bored white ceiling
And really wanted to like in advertising Danone
White White did not proceed to our bottom trough
I'm not from the time of empty promises and rules
Crossing the road you look left to right
And I have long been of the earth would hapnul
Not applicable I taught my dad
And the smoke reaches the ceiling there
Fly by year
His years rushil without shame
And that means I'm shameless temporary vandal
And by 31 as a master of life hacking
And his head on the block did not cry
Said handsome spoke not so
Just my father's mother's vagrant simpotyaga