Текст песни McShoma a.k.a Sha.Mile - Мура

A little hungry sitting at a computer by the window
While the moon is calling from the tavern of the wolves, it’s slightly
To grab freshly there is an option district Siparka
A little bit of a breeze as a gift
About how hot it is in summer afternoon here
I will not say those who were one hundred pounds will understand muddied
Over the breeze why labor for so long is just a cold shortage here
in the morning I’ll rub my eyes at three o’clock
look flash a new corpse this shot friend
There was a peasant fool
The deceased has now gone through the back door
I'm not scary and I'm not trying to cheat
It's just here, from life to death, a half step to go
Maybe this time, this may such a city
But Makhachkala residents do not know how to find peace here
Shots in broad daylight gang trap
disassembling a span
All this is so normal that even children are used to
We fly to meet the night in summer

The night always covers this city with velvet
Raised gate roundabout through the gardens
I will explain why we raise the collars
Gender of the face is not visible so even though not gopnik
We BLACKROADS FLAVA walk straight
From left to right, the movements of the curves are not observed explicitly
On dark and unlit streets
A huge world and absolutely everything that is described in it
Rows without cuts are stylish as the work of Couture EEE
Rime Jeweler beats skill!
It would be appropriate for everyone to sharpen skills
What every MS should be able to
Finishing them to perfection almost
Give chronicle benefiting style
You can turn your story into a fairy tale
Pain in caress dust
in gold as with the best paint mines
Rhythm paintings under beat and bass
Moscow at night takes us away again