Текст песни Южная точка - Город

Andy

Simferopol authorities, hello
from Point South, we just came
and you have already found the fault
don't grab the knives, people are right there
they have already gone and will not return them
Look at their faces, you're a real killer
could not return anything and was indignant at the police
and so I would live in the capital,
narrow-faced, although he no longer dreams.
Gait is light and water is not a sip
light shines in the eyes and there is emptiness in the pocket
but we have a dream to walk along the post.
Past the music room, moving along the Salgir
and this life seems to me to pass by
I go to Ukraine and wait for the car
horned and not gasoline.
Arriving after practice
on the Pneumatics ring, I climb to the 9th
Life is like a struggle
you need to fight to the end, and there is always a way out
you can make mistakes, but the output is not reliable
you don't need to think about the past seriously
because there are future ones and it is really better
We miss this metropolitan power
not much and it will be easier.
Treatises, different applications, bucks,
we are not afraid, because we are not subject,
and the rap is on the level, that's what is cool.
Life does not change us weakly
but we grab in parts, which means it is necessary
Greetings to the Simferopol authorities

Jat pack

I move to the center there is the main stage
Grew up valuable, I take at interest,
Not a cent on my pocket, prices go up
Guys when buying are counting co-officials.
On a pocket with tea, we are looking for our pier,
We landed in Medobry, we start all over again,
The boys promised that they would please us
The product was translated, rather sad.
The way of departure was a strip of Lenin,
Then through Trenev, to Kozlov,
Past the Footballers, And the central one,
In short, I arrived normally.
I fly on a trawl every day
I go out to Simferopol and so on,
In the direction of the railway through the heads of the post offices,
Through Ukraine, through unemployed ladies,
Kuibyshivsky market, branch of KHP lads,
By the way, they also lay flat under the bats,
Further to the Star, turn to the emergency room,
Once upon a time it was my final destination.
For me, in principle, everything is outdated here,
But the further you go
The more falsity in people
The main thing is to lay without ganjik,
And then time will tell everything.