Текст песни Gagareen - Я помню

I remember every frame, and then my brother, whatever one may say
My hometown is also winds and rains.
Fierce time has come, few people stayed with us.
What's behind your shoulders? A couple of texts and they are true ...

Then there will be no less, we still breathe the same as we breathe,
But quieter than a mouse, I'm glad that I survived and became closer to you.
To whom how the card will fall out, scribbled - a secret fell out.
I remember how glasses were poured into the crowd before.

And my memory is in order and thoughts are with me
Rewind everything back, return the years faster,
Yes, here the street teaches and makes better of the heap,
That rain and clouds torment you every night.

Someone is no longer with us, envy is left behind
In words, only the truth, let's roll for memory
Muse bitch, always on the nerves, hanging around somewhere.
Where is the carriage taking us? To some department ...

I remember every brother I remember how you are there
Someone is already a family And someone still shakes
Here we are all in the wild, all about sports Here we don't even argue
Let's drink to the fullest word by word
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I remember everyone who is dear to me
The city in which all youth drowns.
Let's remember those who have not been around for a long time.
Brother is always for brother - such a truth.
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I have no style, I have no charisma
And I hardly understand my own aphorisms.
It's too late to teach patriotism in this country,
Everyone is already accustomed to cosmopolitanism.

Years are spinning seconds of mercury,
Torn off a sheet of the calendar, devices by zeros.
The hourglass crumbles to dust
Time is water, everything around is reality

Everything that I thought has happened, but the truth will come later.
Until then this hip-hop tears my throat and blood clot
Thousands of lines, change the sheet and again into battle.
This role will bring my time to rest.

All that is left here is shine, emotions in the blood.
A meaningful move that has been torn for a year.
The muse makes a face, accusing me of everything.
But what's in my head is yet another rout.

If this rap channel, then I continue.
And if not, then I discharge all the clips.
Mike is confused and crumpled, monitors are sleeping.
One option is to raise the anchors to hell.