Текст песни Marselle при участии Dza-Dze - Точка отсчета

Nel:

Eight, eight, the starting point of my flight
Hi, Mom! Hello Dad! Here I am
Kindergarten, regular school,
Snow city, I'm proud or just young
The streets remember my sneakers, remember my troubles
Failures, dreams, balls and rings somewhere
I remember these faces and the snowy streets
And in such weather, something often muddles
First couplet, bit, micro for a couple of hundred
Freedom is my music, I became almost free
The vast expanses, drums, DJ, premiere
A neighbor in a panic how many nerves spoiled her
How many verses left somewhere
In my head my ghetto, I do not let a meter
In my poems the truth is about the old days
It all started there, hello guys in these places!

Dza-dze:

I don't care, I forgot about time a long time ago
I am confident in myself as never before one hundred percent
What? How? Why now you need to buy freedom?
Roads, money, fashion, chords, music, sheet music

I don't care, I forgot about time a long time ago
I am confident in myself as never before one hundred percent
What? How? Why now you need to buy freedom?
Roads, money, fashion, chords, music, sheet music

There is only sun and snow, wind and ice
Nature's (?) Nature is cruel, smokes in a glove even in March
He is far from the center, that city is far
From me at a distance of the elbow Moscow judging by the map
There are few smiles, if it’s true, then right in the face
Teaches and punishes the street, not the belts of the fathers
Condition in the order of things, hairdryer dialogs
There are disagreements on the nations, I will omit this topic
A lot of kents did not make it until my disk comes out
Someone in a fight, someone on a blade, and someone in a loop
Here is the education at the intersections of all streets and the risk
Marselle remembers it, they also boiled in the boiler
Streets, fences, neighborhoods, areas, courtyards
Cattle, pickpockets, bunkers, garbage and thieves
Not announcing the club’s mafia, Igor you remember
The city is like an eternal lesson until you end it

I don't care, I forgot about time a long time ago
I am confident in myself as never before
What? How? Why now you need to buy freedom?
Roads, money, fashion, chords, music, sheet music

I don't care, I forgot about time a long time ago
I am confident in myself as never before
What? How? Why now you need to buy freedom?
Roads, money, fashion, chords, music, sheet music

L'One:

I came out of the ghetto, no intillegent
My friend is a breeze but I'm still
Hit the net in the 98th in the summer
District 21, where there is still Victory Square
Track Pompeii, hip hop live melt
Do not think about money, so for a hobby
So, it was necessary, so the guy loses himself
Scarface on my screen
He threw it, but again came back and dunked the sheets
4/1 Bogatreva street
Beer, porches, football, blades
But at home, drunk or sober cut down street plays
Do you feel? I didn’t think it would be so long
I didn’t think that I was long enough
I didn’t think, I just did something, I met someone
Woke up just now, hello, street!
It seems only 10 years in the subject, small yet
Only empty words do not refill
True, the line is thin, don’t speak loudly
If your words are not saturated in the street
There is no sense in them
Not..
There is no sense in them
Not..

Dza-dze:

I don't care, I forgot about time a long time ago
I am confident in myself as never before
What? How? Why now you need to buy freedom?
Roads, money, fashion, chords, music, sheet music

I don't care, I forgot about time a long time ago
I am confident in myself as never before one hundred percent
What? How? Why now you need to buy freedom?
Roads, money, fashion, chords, music, sheet music