Текст песни Копюшон Ноу Мо - Созвоны ft. Гриня Brooks

So be it was just to have phoned ,
I did not understand now just feast,
Comrades and friends - all in their board
After - classmates flew to Moscow

Somewhere in the three lane on foot whitish
Were thugs , now like adults.
It hurts me to remember how many victims
Now all see each other less often , with our boys .
I can be of Rashi on tickets somewhere
There where the sun , palm trees - come guys.
Only powerless , okay scold America
From coast to coast - the main bank of the mother .
Yes, and that's what friends ? Treated as brothers ..
Now a lot of selfish , now all neatly ..
One is not high because , in the vast soundless .
I personally chose the music - it 's like that and friends.
vsklipah I was not , I remember relatives
utyuzhat drops at night , friends with nicotine ..
One in an empty apartment , skomkanoy truth
Russia - Maam , generals - in armor ..
Friends and how much was it? Billions ..
Now what purpose , all become more popular ..
Russia however, hardly justified ..
Okay headphones right , I send my prayers to Allah.

Dream patterns , head tied on the trails ...
Come on , come on - help close ..
In the opposite direction on the pavement, not reflected foot
It's not about who experience that saves ..

Dream patterns , head tied on the trails ...
Come on , come on - help close ..
Lump in my throat , surrendering with a shout to a whisper ..
It's not about who experience that saves ..

Dream patterns , head tied on the trails ...
Come on , come on - help close ..
In the opposite direction on the pavement, not reflected foot
It's not about who experience that saves ..

Dream patterns , head tied on the trails ...
Come on , come on - help close ..
Lump in my throat , surrendering with a shout to a whisper ..
This is not an experience ...

yo
It is a country or what? This Russian mom ?
It is a friendship or something? I do not need ..
Dotalovo Wali , on the gray nalom .
In kamuflyazhkah guys gunshot in brothers
Yes, just changed to camouflage long ties
The battlefield , at home , aqua mineral drought
How much would you not plowed there other
Friends policy doctors clinics world
I quote fray , while others built
Reflect themselves in the Maslow pyramid
And below the corrals , and drug trips bespontovoy
Themselves broke , forget those who were close
How bespontovy teaser fusion in the network is not on the term
Do not know what the fall but remain high ..
Without revealing the mouth , and not being afraid to fear ..
In lone Municipality squares Ural
In anticipation of paradise , muttering couplets
As the candle down and I, like others dotleli .
Not remeasure a thousand dresses , went out and brought troops
In the ears are not the truth , leaving survivors unlikely
This Russian brothers , MC - do not feed , do not feed the word
Falls off like a combine
paycheck to paycheck in anticipation of retirement
progressive vein, each in its place ..

I mean life changing its meaning
I stay where I was born
forget the brothers with whom familiar from childhood
forget the house mother and those who lived in the neighborhood
do not forget school, the road to scarlet field
not forget the yard, as we thrashed football
forget intercom code beloved friend
do not forget those who have deceived me when you
forget the cold winter paradise
do not forget those who forgot when
do not forget how it was cool
I will never forget