Lyrics Каспийский Груз - Греет

Verse One: Caspian Cargo
I'm at the window. Where there is heating.
There are twenty of them outside the window of fighters
A detachment of cops, cordon, wound up UAZ
Ask to drop weapons and go out with their hands up

And I'm sitting and calling mom
I sit and ring my back to the battery. Mom, take it soon
I will say “no, I'm not sick”, I will say “yes, everything is fine”
I’ll say “no, you’re not getting old,” he will say that on sick leave

I’ll say, mom, I was a complete moron
I just now understood everything that you told me
And while you cleaned, washed, soaps
I did not appreciate Persil's power

You asked me to devote hours to my studies.
You said: “look, Galka has a son”
But home is not responding, cell too
I’m calling the worker, maybe ...

And they ask me to stay on the line
They say my call is very important to them.
And I have blue hands from tattoos and cold
And outside the window the squad was too quiet

Soon charging will sit down and the owner of the charge will also
Can hear a call, can still get through
And this hope so warms me
Although rather, this is a battery

Chorus:
Rain pours from a bucket. Cold winds blow
But there is something stronger
And it warms us.
I should make it warmer, but I myself don’t know how,
And you pray for me dear
As I fall down, fall to the bottom ...

Verse Two: Loc-Doc
Many of these, I no longer see.
Everything is already on opposite sides of the movement.
It used to be from Milan to the tower in Paris.
Now they have on their phone benches and bags.
I live my quiet life again.

Sometimes I go where we muttered something together.
Courtyards breathe different air.
"- Hello, I also, everything is in force,
Translate me to QIWI. "

Find under the blue Mitsubishi connection.
If we can change anything,
That will take the exchanger,
It’s better to die than to kneel.

I am also a prisoner.
Deliver me from a livid head.
I fly to the islands, but I drag myself with me, alas.
Perhaps the commandments were right.

Thought struck the brain more powerful than the "white widow."
And I swaying from her cruelty, left the house.
Seeing like steel blades grinding society,
Light reflected in my face, but ...

I will leave this verse without details.
And as a result, the story was still sad.
- Okay, I'm hanging up.
Hugged to the crunch.

I have to give out the memory of the empty
For contemporary art, then listen.

Chorus: [x2]
Rain pours from a bucket. Cold winds blow
But there is something stronger
And it warms us.
I should make it warmer, but I myself don’t know how,
And you pray for me dear
As I fall down, fall to the bottom ...

Verse Three: Caspian Cargo
Wake up from children's laughter.
Wake up, all this in trouble. What then?
Sluggish gait, like a hippo towards the kitchen,
In milk, cereals float there.
In trouble, small toys scattered everything.

In the wake of the hot one should be scolded, I did not.
Get the old album, look through.
It’s like turning on the headlights in the old places.
The blanket also heats under the touch blanket.

Guess the plot as if I was shooting.
Although not, not me.
The calls of friends warm, those that are far away.
To warm them, he also recently called them.

There is a cigarette in the cold, not a foot into the yard.
Heats coffee while the neighbor freezes and heats the motor.
Warms chocolate birthday cake.
But candles that resemble age do not warm.

And I run home with all my legs
To that one.
Say "I love" to warm in response,
Well, after warming dinner.

Chorus: [x2]
Rain pours from a bucket. Cold winds blow
But there is something stronger
And it warms us.
I should make it warmer, but I myself don’t know how,
And you pray for me dear
As I fall down, fall to the bottom ...