Второй том [Vtoroi tom] [English translation]

Huh! Oh, yeah! Mm, me, me!

I'd like just a warmth of natives.

I'd like just a warmth of natives.

Mm, me, me!

I'd like just a warmth of natives.

I'd like a love till the gray hairs.

More of the soulful ones, less of the rotten ones.

From the heart who is in touch, that's for family.

I'd like just a warmth of natives.

I'd like a love till the gray hairs.

More of the soulful ones, less of the rotten ones.

From the heart who is in touch, that's for family.

Don't pull, don't call the mate to where's bad.

I myself have tasted it all, in youth, now I don't care.

Catch, this is my second volume of stories about myself.

I remember swimming in the shit, but now I'm on a roll.

And people are not people around sluts, whores.

Around bitches and idlers, and I'm stoned at the studio.

Worn out weekdays with me, rolling over the weed in hands and how?

Enough for one hit, don't take an example trouble.

Yes, more often, very lousy.

Ain't argue, it's not worth it to keep contact with me.

Money does change but how I'm beggar could know.

I'm like a lost ship, back and forth on the waves.

I'd like just a warmth of natives

I'd like a love till the gray hairs

More of the soulful ones, less of the rotten ones

From the heart who is in touch, that's for family

I'd like just a warmth of natives.

I'd like... I'd like...

I'd like just a warmth of natives.

Me, me!

I'd like just a warmth of natives.

I'd like a love till the gray hairs.

More of the soulful ones, less of the rotten ones.

From the heart who is in touch, that's for family.

Without a penny in the pocket,

We tear your self-conscious without suspecting.

Don't open your mouth if you don't own the truth.

Relatives behind my back, pulling and I smoke.

On the ease, on the ease!

Every day, on a hangover boys chase for a dream

In the bustle, troubles here, make us much stronger

Without noticing, we take off, rolling success into a joint

I'm still the same as it was then 7 years ago

And this bit is the only one I could say

Well, where is your excuse, my brother?

Better be alone, better in four - square

I'd like just a warmth of natives.

I'd like a love till the gray hairs.

More of the soulful ones, less of the rotten ones.

From the heart who is in touch, that's for family.

I'd like just a warmth of natives.

I'd like... I'd like...

I'd like just a warmth of natives.

Me, me!

I'd like just a warmth of natives.

I'd like a love till the gray hairs.

More of the soulful ones, less of the rotten ones.

From the heart who is in touch, that's for family.

I'm so high, you know what I'm saying.

I'm so high, you know what I'm saying.

I'm so high, you know what I'm saying.

• Artist:Santiz
• Album:52 Герцаэ