Текст песни Баста и Полина Гагарина - Стэн
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My tea's gone cold, I wondering why I got out of bed at all.The morning rain clouds up my window, and I can't see at all.
And even if I could it'd all be grey, but your picture on my wall.
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad.
[Куплеты Баста]:
Моя игра за эти годы стала супер игрой.
Проходя за уровнем уровень, стал собой супергерой.
Ростов-он-Дон, многорайонный Армагеддон,
Я далеко, но мы под одним небом с тобой мой район.
Солнце спит за облаками – бледно-жёлтое пятно.
Мы играем в «Битлов», делаем музло.
Когда-то давно, на беспонтовом компе мы сделали то,
Что другим не удалось на "Abbey Road" в Лондоне.
Конечно, было бы круче с кучей бабла,
Но счастливый случай заставил нас все начать с нуля.
Немного труда, вернее много труда.
Бог даст, брат, будет хлеб и вода.
Увы, мои стихи не пишет старина Берилл,
И с клира их народу не прочтет Патриарх Кирилл.
И Саша Пушкин, в поэзии - мерило из мерил,
Не сможет оценить мой слог, real или не real.
Покажи им сестра!
[Припев, Полина Гагарина]:
My tea's gone cold, I wondering why I got out of bed at all.
The morning rain clouds up my window, and I can't see at all.
And even if I could it'd all be grey, but your picture on my wall.
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad.
I want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life.
Oh just to be with you is having the best day of my life.
[Финал, Баста]:
И пусть нас судит только родной район.
Перевод песни
My Tea's Gone Cold, I Wondering Why I Got Out of Bed AT ALL.The Morning Rain Clouds Up My Window, and I Can't See AT All.
And Even If I Could It'd All Be Gray, But Your Picture on My Wall.
IT Reminds Me That It's Not So Bad, It's Not SO Bad.
[Basta Purchas]:
My game over the years has become a super game.
Passing over the level level, has become a superhero.
Rostov-On-Don, Multi-Done Armageddon,
I'm far away, but we are under one sky with you my area.
The sun sleeps behind the clouds - the pale yellow stain.
We play "Bitles", make a mulzo.
Once upon a time, we did on the implantable computer
That other failed to "Abbey Road" in London.
Of course, it would be a cooler with a bunch of loot,
But the happy case made us start with scratch.
Lack of work, or rather a lot of work.
God will give, brother, there will be bread and water.
Alas, my poems do not write Starina Beryl,
And with the clearing, their people will not read the Patriarch Kirill.
And Sasha Pushkin, in poetry - Merilo from Meryl,
Will not be able to evaluate my syllable, Real or not REAL.
Show my sister!
[Chorus, Polina Gagarin]:
My Tea's Gone Cold, I Wondering Why I Got Out of Bed AT ALL.
The Morning Rain Clouds Up My Window, and I Can't See AT All.
And Even If I Could It'd All Be Gray, But Your Picture on My Wall.
IT Reminds Me That It's Not So Bad, It's Not SO Bad.
I Want to Thank You for Giving Me Life.
Oh Just to Be With You Have Having The Best Day of My Life.
[Final, Basta]:
And let us judge only the native district.