Текст песни DoCent - Массивы

gifts from the heart have no value
so my soul sets fire to all bridges
my family with me and challah to the rest
Hi, let him stay rotten with him

I stay simple and I have cooled down long ago
I didn’t really burn, just wounded by a shrapnel
where is my love?
but I know who you are and close the slots

I'm not fashionable I'm passing by
but everyone wants a jacket that he put on
if you threw someone, let the ashes burn
and grievances fly away who gave me lunches

who stayed near if troubles hit
who helped fight and achieved victory
time flies inexorably but they are close
there are very few of them, but you don't need more

one more love and new acquaintances
and it will be again until it's too late
we fly around the arrays and have nothing to do with age
if only the brother's shoulder was always there

many fake ones in a circle, I'm on a wave with them
there are also open ones, too, I am with them on the paths
everyone breathes in their own way, blocking the air
the city smothers people, it's like an oven

there were about three of us it all started usually
this small city is auto and the walls are brick
Joind is smoking in his hand and thoughts are not decent
the car is like a boeing with you personal things

mobile white ipl and a couple of hayms
and there is a lighter and a couple of cigarettes
and the night will be hot with vapors
and who did not know DoCent yet, we have a student

this is when you swing a hundred in tachil
it's when it doesn't matter what we put on the table
if the soul is near and the body is far
if you remember yours if you remember the area