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North is not south, it is cold,
It is covered with snow, all taiga,
Miracles are around every corner,
There are bears walking barefoot.
Northern Lights at once,
Decorated the sky all for you,
Cranberries, wild garlic for you and me,
This place was chosen by fate.
Here people work, grow,
And they get married here too,
And friendship is Siberian,
One holds Cities together here.
More from Danila
More from Danila,
After the power coup,
Danila himself, too,
Not inferior to Gaucher,
Still, Roman has,
Summer cottages in the Caribbean,
And at Petya and Valya’s,
In cubic meters more,
Well, they ask Vova,
Take care of widows,
More at Karina’s,
Mercedes, Niva,
At the bandit Pasha’s,
There were two Natashas.
Chocolate chips
Chocolate chips,
May I eat with you,
I’ll smear the corner of my mouth,
But then zatru made love,
Chocolate chips,
I loved to eat a lot since childhood,
I didn’t like cheese and ryashka,
We lost a lot of crumbs,
Chocolate chips,
You’re from memory basket,
You’re as sweet as a gift of carrots,
And it’s so hard to improve.
Opium
How much is opium for the people,
Ask how generous nature is to us,
Lenin, he was the first to praise the box,
Now on the box is his anthem,
Proletarians of all countries twist,
People from the people stir up,
Muti b hymn another, because they look,
But the goose is not a companion of the pig, holy,
He said we’d have cooks,
Edit from the kitchen, because they will sit down,
Vixens at the TV,
Why then does he use communism,
I wanted to plant it and planted it after all,
Perhaps he meant well.
Maybe he was right.
Lava flow
Money is asking for me,
I lift on-easy,
Money is asking to be put in your pocket,
I’ll give the boys free rein,
Money is asking for the table,
I’ll drop them, that’s a joke.
Mani-Mani-Mani,
Always full pockets,
I’ll translate everything in lava,
To be at the bratva.
Mani-Mani-Mani,
Come you druzhbany,
I’ll translate everything in lava,
To be like aces.
The cash gets paid to my account,
I understand the calculation,
Cash flies under the roof to me,
I’ll be in Badun with him,
Cash flies into the rings,
As in the trenches we are in the dust.
Cache, cache, cache.
Jesus Christ
Jesus Christ shed his blood for us,
His own, he did not steal, did not take revenge on them,
He couldn’t, because he’s not us, he’s our God,
And if you think you could, yeah,
I could, but he’s not like that, because he’s a God,
If you come and look at these,
His bones do not lie, he is holy to us,
You see, brother, he shed blood for us.
Mastaki
There were many cavaliers,
They entered the rush as masters,
They fought without brass knuckles,
But with knives and teeth,
In winter, summer and spring, in the blood,
They gave out punches to everyone.
It’s all golden in autumn,
It’s like a fairy tale from childhood,
With domes, with the sky, with foliage,
Blinded without coquetry,
With sunflowers, with fringe,
We’ve known each other since we were young.
I’ll go after the sunset
Beyond the sunset I will fly,
Beyond the fog, beyond the polar,
Sweet, so to me, in the early morning,
I want to forget myself there,
I’ll fly up with the pretended,
