| So, we came from GOA, and what's the point, huh?
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| It's not autumn in Moscow. |
| What? |
| And something gray with rain. |
| AND!
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| Bummer and obser, we talk about everything,
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| We swim in puddles like crucian carp, at eight we already mow into a dream. |
| Yo!
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| And throwing off your hood like a bag of cargo,
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| Throwing half a tumbler on the road and on the pot.
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| Powder from the sky, but I feel good here too.
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| Elton John sings behind the wall, and he's not without a groove.
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| So that once again I go to the tour-shop? |
| Yes, for nothing!
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| And to, like a dude on a visa regime? |
| No!
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| In a leather bag on wheels, a bag of clothes,
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| Slap and shorts, parachute heads and sprats.
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| In the big sea, I am just a small raft above the soul.
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| I'm closer to the yard that I found when I was a kid.
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| And let the spirit of the catacombs, but closer on foot,
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| Farewell, expensive city where everything is fine.
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| - We're leaving GOA!
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| - So how?
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| - They burned everything!
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| - Did they burn everything?
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| - Yes, well, we lit it, wah!
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| Chistogan, even though the river is not an ocean, it's tough, brother.
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| I'm packing my suitcase.
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| - We're leaving GOA!
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| - So how?
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| - Pretty good.
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| — What's with the shoulder, brother?
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| - I have nothing to do with it, brother!
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| I need to go home, it's already winter, darkness.
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| This is so cool, this is straight nishtyak, brother. |
| Same garages, same floors
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| Snow-covered roofs breathe the freshness of mountain peaks.
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| I don't know how to survive in Paris, I didn't live there.
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| I only see what I see. |
| "Jeka, write like that."
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| We do not boil, we breathe evenly, yes, brother, this is our life.
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| We burn minutes, then hurry.
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| It happens that even in our neighbors we do not see the soul, and we run.
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| So lousy from mistakes and lies.
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| I return to my city, I open a balcony,
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| Four thousand revolutions turns the motor again.
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| Again the repetition of images and forms,
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| The same yard, the same district, the same house.
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| - So how?
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| - Well, I'm glad, brother, we're going from GOA!
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| - Well, how is it?
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| - Yes, nishtyak!
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| - Well, I'm sorry, but slush is closer to me than the beach, hashik than hash.
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| Our crew is packing luggage, bon voyage. |
| Waving from the roofs of ten-story towers.
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| — We are going from GOA.
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| - Well, how is it?
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| - Yes, nishtyak!
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| - Well, I'm sorry, but slush is closer to me than the beach,
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| Hasik than hash, although the landscape is fine, beautiful tanned belyash,
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| But we are in Chelyaba, on our mirage.
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| GOA! |
| Bye then! |
| The last glass and and into the clouds.
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| No more drink at the bottom of the wallet.
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| In the hands of a backpack, juice, headlights on the eyes, |
| The sand in the shorts has dried up.
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| No, it was not a dream, for the whole beach music.
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| The sun is above the horizon, Rest without brakes.
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| Warm wind in the face. |
| Shorts, slates, ring -
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| Exemplary shit.
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| - Well, what, and how?
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| - Yes, nishtyak, but in the homeland, now, let's say this:
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| Squeaky oak, black snowdrifts, angry hungry cops,
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| Heavy lead sky, harsh repack.
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| Two weeks of idleness flew by like a bullet.
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| Fierce blizzards swept under Achidaba.
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| We saw not only the walls of hotels,
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| They ate what they wanted, slept as much as they wanted.
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| Two weeks of idleness flew by,
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| While Chelyaba was swept up by snowstorms.
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| We saw not only the walls of hotels,
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| They drank what they wanted, got up when they wanted.
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| Go, go, go GOA! |
| Foot in the sand
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| It's time for us to go home, things are waiting.
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| Flight planes, this one is like a game
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| We are in the gruel on the Chelyabay Smalyaga-shore.
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| I connect the muses, Chelyaba shook.
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| I drive into the yard, as if everything is all over again.
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| Wheelbarrows are knocked down, the subwoofer is blowing through the membranes.
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| Fireworks behind me - this is Chelyaba blowing up for me.
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| Along the way, he meets like that, wishes with all his heart.
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| Sometimes I go to GOA, I have a rest.
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| It's like I'm walking in paradise, and I understand it. |
| I'll be there again, I'll swim, I won't even drink.
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| This is about GOA couples, two Gs, THC,
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| Dance motifs, the cities shook.
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| The beard stirred from the Indian wind,
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| It's time to go home already, to the Chelyabinsk ghettos.
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| We are going back from GOA,
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| We rested carefully, leaving no stain in our karma.
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| For now, Baga, the taga is crying on the wall.
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| We walk along Dita Street on bikes in a gang, we need it that way.
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| I deftly twisted scroogie under the banyan tree,
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| The force of nature greets you right there.
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| "Hey man, watsup?" |
| - I shout to the dreaded growth,
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| And by tradition, I take a bracelet for happiness.
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| Let's cool down, you're straight from the Himalayas,
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| Old style in a new form from the previous owners.
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| Today is our favorite day, thank you, sea!
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| Thank you sun, thank you air and earth!
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| A horse galloped, a snake quietly crawled away.
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| I fayaman a good chilom for earthlings,
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| So that the dusty Babilan blazed with a bright flame.
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| - We're leaving GOA!
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| - So how?
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| - They burned everything!
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| - Did they burn everything?
|
| - Yes, well, we lit it, wah!
|
| Chistogan, even though the river is not an ocean, it's tough, brother.
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| I'm packing my suitcase.
|
| - We're leaving GOA!
|
| - So how?
|
| - Pretty good. |
| — What's with the shoulder, brother?
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| - I have nothing to do with it, brother!
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| I need to go home, it's already winter, darkness.
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| This is so cool, this is straight nishtyak, brother.
|
| - We're leaving GOA!
|
| - So how?
|
| - They burned everything!
|
| - Did they burn everything?
|
| - Yes, well, we lit it, wah!
|
| Chistogan, even though the river is not an ocean, it's tough, brother.
|
| I'm packing my suitcase.
|
| - We're leaving GOA!
|
| - So how?
|
| - Pretty good.
|
| — What's with the shoulder, brother?
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| - I have nothing to do with it, brother!
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| I need to go home, it's already winter, darkness.
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| This is so cool, this is straight nishtyak, brother. |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Едем из Гоа, artist - Джи Вилкс / G Wylx. Album song Детектор джи, in the genre Русский рэп