Lyrics Словетский - Из Нью-Йорка

Word
Che ..
Well, what Olezhka, tell them how here we have, on Rayongke, how is it here from all the cracks?
Maybe you will watch us, eh?
Che ...
This is not a movie, from Brighton only two stops on the subway
And you quickly dissolve the sweater
Without poems of Agnya Barto core in your bucket
pure that used to move a little bit things on the engine
Boys will be taken out of the office
Auditors themselves directors themselves
Forest breaks, and weight burns springs
And when there is a half-babes there is no Maza brother to take on forty, the newspapers are full of sketches
Among in broad daylight will be ruined from behind a pair of sneakers, I'm already silent for gold, here the cliffs of splits, we are always young
every day we have no faults about and without reason, kept if the word gave
and sneakers hanging here from the wire
While you saddled the boys planted a plan of some, we are here at home? Yes!
we can go to the island from the ferry on the cutlets and pasta, everything is packaged, we have everything exactly, closer will take away who will go away, with weight here are raising like yeast, without customs
For the first time you can try
Good, the wind sometimes pulls the boys from Kalos, everyone is burdened with his burden, and for the fallen move in the clothes worn, the minds of life are loaded, breakfast is important, because you need to even reach dinner, the attics and roofs are launched, garbage omnipresents,
from one boiler dropped raised and poor