Lyrics Гуф - Когда этот город засыпает Я встаю

Lyrics "All shores "

When the city sleeps
I get up
I go to the kitchen , breed itself Terflu
Drink, I put tea , I cut salad
Breakfast, and calling his brothers
I say that I will soon , granny , kiss her goodbye
Shoes and wipe srulivaet
Behind the back porch door slams
07 gp winter , peace to all local
On pyatnitskuyu in chamois in 24 hours
Liter of cola + 200 grams Grans
Catch wheelbarrow with Khachik
From the forge and to proteins
And in our den, where we mutim tracks
I slowly let go,
Outside the window, flashed Tverskaya
I smoke shoot out the window
Trembles skylink, Connected Romanians
Come on, tightens the studio , there Ptah and Slim
Busta still drive up , sit down, talk
Maybe something and writing
I have two weights in the cap
First clay pocket franklin
And he is not alone
And here we are in the underground , with the gate
See worth a parked black audi
Turn right along the corridor and to the right
Mr. Che , Welcome Mother fuckas Here we are CAO

And I 'm trying to build a picture of black smoke
A near Sliema dissatisfied mine
Che unkind such in the morning with a sore head off ? Then Why are you , eh?
Come home wali , or with me in CAD
Guf will call , we tweak health
Smiled ... like leave
Two weights in the cap , sneakers , as always
Know exactly two X hid something in the evening
Brakes, popped into the store , buy milk for Basta
Bro , he too will call prescribe a couple of lines
About fucking Peter , and their fucking smog
Why are you silent ? Hooked ? Killed ?
Campaign tight, fucked honk this ear
On a8 , fuck , if we wish, they all will be bad
Armed zdrasti , know that night , we know
What got thirsty, drink will not promise smiled Sliema
Look at the package .... Well, if only for a cup of tea

My cats with me , I'm not a loner,
If something shakes - think more clearly
If there is something you want to stand in line
Boundary delineated our handwriting
By rayonchik wheelbarrow deaf tonirovochka
Inside, the boys smoke in normal krosovochkah
Half of the fuel tank , rap in the speakers
Bustle , yet in the sky shining Stars
Windows of burning , hanging curtains
For whom life , and not at all fair
How often in a dense forest ,
Each chopping wood , and unrolls the dough
Well, it's really a song ?
No, just a thought
0 is that we are interested , in principle .
Janitors clean lobovuhu
From yellow leaves
Winter is coming and we are going fast
And we turn the cash into a tube
Then dub as usual
Then the personal , about this and that , about money and their numbers
About loneliness , just about individuals and personalities

Central Administrative District of the city roads
Place high-flying, deep defects
Endless traffic jams near me here - I work in CAD

Bastaaaaaaa
Meet the next morning at the computer
Karauli muse , the brain on a new muddied
Mountain butts sipping dangerous * da hong pao *
Tea drinker plus guys with CAO
My wind south, parallel to our roads
Not important to be the first important with whom you
Here customers clinics Musorskogo raids
Home studios and pirated labels

I was at the Wall, I was in China
I hacked in herbs , hapni my brew
From the center of the heart, only Central
Sound Center, letters Bastaaa
I'm doing a bit bits
bass bass
guitar guitar
Topics little poppy
Not stalled guy picks up speed
Busta plus Centre - made ​​on the conscience

Made on the conscience , then for centuries
All the shores of the center
On the Moscow River in Rostov-on- Don
Respect desperate smoke.