Накроет туман

English translation

We will distribute, as in the good old way, smoke outside the window again.

I will take a drag and believe that I am lucky. The city will be covered in fog, which we have been in for a long time.

I'll try to forget, I'll put the track on the album. It’s difficult for some to understand, but for me it would be easy to remember.

Again, so many messages on my phone.

It's difficult at times, but it's not broken yet. It used to be clear, but now it’s completely random.

I'll be at a bar somewhere while you sleep.

I'll be with the boys, where it's better not to know. I will be the same as I was behind the red eyes.

And I won’t try to fix anything.

But you say so kindly that we will hold on, that we will be together even at seventy.

I can’t believe it myself, but first the smoke has to clear.

Dawn has fallen on the Urals again, and a cigarette is smoking.

On the piece of paper, homemade hip-hop sold his soul.

It's dawn again, my song is not finished yet.

I'm leaving the bar for home, and the fog will cover me.

Walking away from the cops, he dropped the pedal to the floor.

At dawn I listened to rap, it helped with the pain. Turning at a traffic light, the Notorious sounded.

This song is great, I'll put it on repeat.

I'm freestyle now, but I'm making history. And someone has a love story in the back of their car.

Somewhere in a field or in a quiet courtyard there is romance, and the sun slowly rises behind the toner. The cabin is stuffy and the windows are smudged, there are stains on the seat, it’s half past five.

After finishing his cigarette, he drove you to the gate. You were drawing something on the foggy windows.

Autumn will grab us and never let us go.

It will torture you, drag the yard, load it.

The attic rustles, geese fly off.

But things are going well, there’s no time for sadness today. And strong coffee will give me strength.

The rain began to drizzle, thunder roared, and threatened. Yes, to hell with it, I took a breath and realized.

Everything is clear, it’s not for nothing that I smell like ZIL. Events fly by like racers on a highway.

We stopped and took a piss for a smoke break. And again the carousel spins, the rigmarole rushes by.

Sometimes it invigorates like lemon juice, sometimes it intoxicates like hops.

Dawn has fallen on the Urals again, and a cigarette is smoking.

On the piece of paper, homemade hip-hop sold his soul.

It's dawn again, my song is not finished yet.

I'm leaving the bar for home, and the fog will cover me.

The fog on the windows will replace the curtains of the street corridors. Traffic lights blink in unison.

Trowels and hoods, we proudly walk up the mountain.

The angry gazes of the men in uniform do not scorch the office. The city is covered with monotonous decor.

They throw people in the beard for jokes for many years. Enemies, roads, take care of your feet.

As a result, the lines of the check reflect in the east, many will hear them. The numbers on the fence are a sham.

The style is worthy of a toner device.

From the balcony you can see the courtyard and the smell is painfully familiar. And the yard melody is on repeat for a while.

We did not give any reason to accept the shoulder straps. There's a new backgammon game, evening at the table with speech in the background.

These texts seem to be under a PIN code. This is a pallet across all areas.

Dawn has fallen on the Urals again, and a cigarette is smoking.

On the piece of paper, homemade hip-hop sold his soul.

It's dawn again, my song is not finished yet.

I'm leaving the bar for home, and the fog will cover me.