Lyrics Гарри Топор - Зима
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[Гарри Топор]:
Зима тебе даст прикурить.
Ты идёшь один, и никто не звонит совсем.
Над Петербургом снова чёрные тучи,
А на улице - метель, пурга и холод колючий.
Зима тебе даст прикурить.
Ты идёшь один, и никто не звонит совсем.
Над Петербургом снова чёрные тучи,
А на улице - метель, пурга и холод колючий.
Зима потянет мои планы ко дну, вижу людей в виде карикатур.
Они ждут только альбомы, клипы, баттлы, Гарика тур.
Вас также тянет всё по пьяни на курв.
Для написания вам нужен всякой дряни накур.
Души дырявые как старый картуз.
Ведь также приторны по аватарам, но гнилы и гадки на вкус.
Если бы рэп был криминалом, вас бы точно всех отдали под суд,
И поломали, словно на татами пара барцух.
Мы не друзья, мы из другого теста.
Я вырос там, где могут быстро поставить на место.
Один Варгград, один Lonsdale и два Everlast'а.
Че? Что будет дальше интересно?
Эти люди видят в русском рэпе золотой прииск,
За лаве готовы записаться на любой диск.
Каждый будто с Groove Street, нет, это не мой тип.
Я лучше послушаю альбом, где Молодой жив.
И снова завтра захочу я забросить рэп.
Туда-обратно как бегун, а тут – челночный бег.
Сегодня - всё, последний день, больше ни строчки, нет,
А завтра новый трек, - и полетели снова клочья вверх.
Я не могу иначе, студия – мой дом.
Снова будет мясо, снова будет Шурка за пультом. Yo!
Вершина близко, но туда нам не попасть никак
В плеере классика рэпа или рэп-классика.
[Гарри Топор]:
Зима тебе даст прикурить.
Ты идёшь один, и никто не звонит совсем.
Над Петербургом снова чёрные тучи,
А на улице - метель, пурга и холод колючий.
Зима тебе даст прикурить.
Ты идёшь один, и никто не звонит совсем.
Над Петербургом снова чёрные тучи,
А на улице - метель, пурга и холод колючий.
Опять зима в душе моей.
Опять зима!
Опять зима в душе моей.
[Harry Axe]:
Winter will give you a light.
You go alone, and no one calls at all.
Black clouds over Petersburg again,
And on the street - a blizzard, blizzard and prickly cold.
Winter will give you a light.
You go alone, and no one calls at all.
Black clouds over Petersburg again,
And on the street - a blizzard, blizzard and prickly cold.
Winter will pull my plans to the bottom, I see people in the form of cartoons.
They are only waiting for albums, clips, battles, Garik's tour.
You are also drawn to everything drunk on curv.
You need some rubbish to write.
The souls are as leaky as an old cap.
After all, they are also cloying in avatars, but rotten and nasty in taste.
If rap was a crime, you would surely be put on trial
And they broke, as if on a tatami, a pair of balckers.
We are not friends, we are from a different test.
I grew up where they can quickly put in place.
One Warggrad, one Lonsdale and two Everlasts.
Che? What will be interesting next?
These people see Russian rap as a gold mine,
For lava, we are ready to record on any disc.
Everybody is from Groove Street, no, that's not my type.
I'd rather listen to the album where Young is alive.
And again tomorrow I want to give up rap.
Back and forth like a runner, and here - shuttle running.
Today is everything, the last day, not a line more, no,
And tomorrow a new track - and the shreds flew up again.
I cannot do otherwise, the studio is my home.
There will be meat again, again Shurka will be at the control panel. Yo!
The summit is close, but we can't get there
The player has a classic rap or a rap classic.
[Harry Axe]:
Winter will give you a light.
You go alone, and no one calls at all.
Black clouds over Petersburg again,
And on the street - a blizzard, blizzard and prickly cold.
Winter will give you a light.
You go alone, and no one calls at all.
Black clouds over Petersburg again,
And on the street - a blizzard, blizzard and prickly cold.
Again winter is in my soul.
It's winter again!
Again winter is in my soul.
Winter will give you a light.
You go alone, and no one calls at all.
Black clouds over Petersburg again,
And on the street - a blizzard, blizzard and prickly cold.
Winter will give you a light.
You go alone, and no one calls at all.
Black clouds over Petersburg again,
And on the street - a blizzard, blizzard and prickly cold.
Winter will pull my plans to the bottom, I see people in the form of cartoons.
They are only waiting for albums, clips, battles, Garik's tour.
You are also drawn to everything drunk on curv.
You need some rubbish to write.
The souls are as leaky as an old cap.
After all, they are also cloying in avatars, but rotten and nasty in taste.
If rap was a crime, you would surely be put on trial
And they broke, as if on a tatami, a pair of balckers.
We are not friends, we are from a different test.
I grew up where they can quickly put in place.
One Warggrad, one Lonsdale and two Everlasts.
Che? What will be interesting next?
These people see Russian rap as a gold mine,
For lava, we are ready to record on any disc.
Everybody is from Groove Street, no, that's not my type.
I'd rather listen to the album where Young is alive.
And again tomorrow I want to give up rap.
Back and forth like a runner, and here - shuttle running.
Today is everything, the last day, not a line more, no,
And tomorrow a new track - and the shreds flew up again.
I cannot do otherwise, the studio is my home.
There will be meat again, again Shurka will be at the control panel. Yo!
The summit is close, but we can't get there
The player has a classic rap or a rap classic.
[Harry Axe]:
Winter will give you a light.
You go alone, and no one calls at all.
Black clouds over Petersburg again,
And on the street - a blizzard, blizzard and prickly cold.
Winter will give you a light.
You go alone, and no one calls at all.
Black clouds over Petersburg again,
And on the street - a blizzard, blizzard and prickly cold.
Again winter is in my soul.
It's winter again!
Again winter is in my soul.