Ask many - Tyoma is an even type
|
I'm not alone, but you always know my motive
|
St. Petersburg style, where the romantic, the Gulf of Finland, sunsets
|
I call it high, I catch without bookmarks
|
To the South-West or to the Center, Five corners, Apraksin
|
I climbed all these places back in primary school
|
Rise in the morning to Isaac level with heaven
|
Yes, we so rarely see the sun, clouds for months
|
Saves memory - there are shots in the form of wild beaches
|
The wave will crash on the rocks. |
Cool to goosebumps
|
We should get out more often, turning off the gadget
|
It is important not to go berserk from traffic jams and high-rise buildings
|
Getting up early, rush off into the sunset to breathe in with all my chest
|
We love urban, but it makes, bro, the soul rough
|
Native jungle of St. Petersburg, Veteranov, Rubik
|
Let's season the dish of the Kitchen with a bit of that good sadness
|
Seeing off the sunset again
|
Or meet the sunrise
|
When the clouds are gone
|
Brother, no other way
|
Seeing off the sunset again
|
Or meet the sunrise
|
When the clouds are gone
|
Brother, no other way
|
Ask for Fuze in these gateways
|
Yes, uncle is cool, but not one of those who are drunk on the crown
|
We do modestly, and do not shine with gilding from the throne
|
It's creepy, bracho, to look like a puffy clown
|
Anticyclone, and the city is covered with snow again,
|
But tomorrow everything will melt, turn into ashes
|
Like a Phoenix bird we fly to the light, we are not afraid of death
|
To hell with the advice of hypocrites, we know our worth
|
Remember recipes of the best tracks and magic thrill
|
Here we will leave all the secrets like Peter's fortress
|
A cup of coffee will warm the soul, no luck with the weather
|
Bro, on a calm, we wait like mastodons
|
Beautiful notes of the saxophone in the arch on Dvortsovaya
|
There is a reason to walk enough, get wet to the skin
|
Chasing beats on repeat on the way home
|
Seeing off the sunset again
|
Or meet the sunrise
|
When the clouds are gone
|
Brother, no other way
|
Seeing off the sunset again
|
Or meet the sunrise
|
When the clouds are gone
|
Brother, no other way |