Текст песни 7. CENTR - Легенды

Slim:

I remember the type on the area jumped out the window
One hand was held by my mother, the other-my sister
The last time he normally managed to put himself
And of course I understood that people do not fly
But at 3 am he was not kept
Cotton behind the garages in the back yard
The grass was normally crushed
We after school with the guys
Stood and stared at the blood stains
Now he knows exactly what is there in the astral
And we are all trying to take pedestals
Repeatedly thought of such a plan
I am persecuted under the plan, I smoke a little
Strange and scary to take and finish it all
Although you sometimes want to, but not so much
While there are no children, but I am responsible for myself
After all, there are my parents, they probably believe
That I can not stumble by erasing the soles
Even if someone nearby heats a spoon
And even if it's faith-a little baby
I will cherish her as long as possible.

Every city has its own legends
Each street has its own characters
Each head has its own thoughts
And I want to know them all once

Every city has its own legends
Each street has its own characters
Each head has its own thoughts
And I want to know them all once

Ptaha:

Hi brother, how are you, okay?
Do not they bother you? come on?
I'm going to put it, God forbid leave it alone
At us, at us all in an old fashion
Well, yes, in a living way, vain, strange
Quiet here, well, brake ... Early to me yet
Were in nature, ate drinking, hanging out like
About guys? What can I say, you yourself know
You see you meet one of these days
There is a question for you: Why? Do you understand?
If they knew, they helped
And now your brother has moved off the reels
To experience this, you know, not toys
I'll go, of course I'll come, I brought you some vodka
Bread on the road, the monument will be the other day
Do not forget us, we are waiting for you in dreams

Every city has its own legends
Each street has its own characters
Each head has its own thoughts
And I want to know them all once

Every city has its own legends
Each street has its own characters
Each head has its own thoughts
And I want to know them all once

5 Plow:

I remember that 2001, January 2
A terrible hangover, a phone tube
Was weighing a tonne
My sleepy "Hello" has changed dramatically for
"kak shmalnuli, Th such, when?"
the dream took off like a hand
My brother Levka With whom with the strollers together
Patrolled country cottages
Smoked first cigarette butts
Drank the first throats of cheap vodka
Closed a girl when her guard in the squirrel
The 12th caliber suddenly sent to the hostess
A week later, the spleen was cut out
After one more sobbing, his mother, on a coffin throwing, cursed
White light, and his classmates, I was stuck in my shoulders *
And they asked the lighter to light the candles for them
The whole of the brotherhood was stingy at the speech, preferring vodka bitterness,
At that time, meaningless words
I often remember before going to bed
Our common happy moments of childhood
How he lived, so he died
A lion, a king, of whom there will be legends

Every city has its own legends
Each street has its own characters
Each head has its own thoughts
And I want to know them all once