Gamora - Второе дыхание Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

Second wind

Salute to all close ones, salute to all sour ones,
To the party of the street Disco, entry strictly according to the lists.
You were at risk in the arms of a winter sketch.,
The output of the disc is close to the creators of stylish skills.
 
Life format worth the track numbers,
The underground redefined the fate for all.
A new album the second wind was born, (Second Wind is the name of this song)
Understand the meaning or merge with the party.
 
Came out, the time has come, waiting for a surprise,
The starting line-up will shake the quality of the release.
Gamora in the business, the labels are preparing visas,
What do you want? What are your whims for now?
 
Exposed the face in search of the prize,
We are respected by a lot of people from abroad.
Firm ambitions are boldly spread on beats,
The Gamora group is a deadly virus.
 
Click on play, record, released the beast.
Dense hip-hop lets you out the door.
Life like that ina bardel, but I am the director in it,
Gamora in the business, rap is like a sector for us.
 
Give me a bucket, give me water, give me a container,
I'm the sound champion, Sofia Rotaru.
I let the steam out, give the mic -give the heat,
A spark in the eyes, means there will be a fire here.
 
Quality, brother, is not the sister of talent,
And many machos often dropped it with a blunt.
Everything is free, let him be wrong,
This is Tolyatti on your front door.
 
We will return back quality with style,
Said 'crap', but nobody asked you.
Your mouth is on the grill, it's hard to hear you,
Gamora - Home until the last breath.
 
A landcruiser passed by, and I walked on foot,
The back covered from wind by a bag, amusing walk.
At the shop local punks with questions about,
How we live, hip-hop and live.
 
In the evening in the restaurant, in the morning she …
Whitefish with coffee, muddy Bonk, sidekick Beaton.
Boys are filled..., ... like a background,
Yesterday ... I did, and today he [will].
 
Again in speechcraft, we're too lazy to work,
It's musical ....
Would utter a syllable myself, then grabb the heels,
Could only evacuate, the breath is definitely dead.
 
Gamora itself in your house, in every car,
I bet you'll put it on repeat.
 
:~)


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