Текст песни Женя ReNeG - Шахунья-Н.Новгород

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Shakhunya - Nizhny Novgorod, in mp3 catch
For two hundred kilometers, three hours on the way
Put on CD, do not sit on the spot
Blast silence, tune to our wave
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Not distinct voices around, zombie people
Small fragments, from childhood I remember something
Gray faces, each other put a husky
Easy rhythm, knock out my Nikes
& Gt; Behind the glass in the red, here is the heat
Shakhunya - Nizhny Novgorod, the seventh hour of the morning
Ladies in blue robes, again they want something
For half an hour, one time, catching them is my look
& Gt; Icy desert, behind my reflection
Moody - dissatisfied, badges face expression
Using the position, they mock the bully
Player on the rep, on a mixtape from Noggano
& Gt; Zombies come to life, grandmothers bring food to them
Blue robes, quietly again the victim is looking for
A little gray gum, it would not be superfluous
Kills time on the way to the bottom
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Shakhunya - Nizhny Novgorod, in mp3 catch
For two hundred kilometers, three hours on the way
Put on CD, do not sit on the spot
Blast silence, tune to our wave
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Pulling the string, the carriage stirred a melody
About some Olya, not a clear story
About how the snow melted, quietly falling on the rails
How I lost my daughter, and not with my wife together
I went through my pockets, take a little old
Look took away, stop with the name strange
There's a gypsy that restores families
Steps on the platform, overcoming the steps
So, gradually, we shorten the distance
My neighbor on the contrary, can not speak
Blue robes that quarrel supporters
Slowly pass by, apparently remembered
The ice on the glass turned into wet drops
Until the end of the road, they will reach us hardly
In my ears already, with anecdotes Kotovsky
Attention, the final, Nizhny Novgorod - Moscow
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Shakhunya - Nizhny Novgorod, in mp3 catch
For two hundred kilometers, three hours on the way
Put on CD, do not sit on the spot
Blast silence, tune to our wave
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