04.05.2024
Navai - Арбат (Arbat) Лирицс транслатион то енглисх
Translation
Arbat
Dom-Studio concert hall
Road airports road stations
When I landed, I wrote to the guys in the group.
The road to the studio, that means Moscow meets us.
Don't give in and don't be weird
Do it yourself
Don't believe in miracles
If there's only birch trees around
Then you're home, brother
These lines will reach you anyway, brother.
The view from the window reminds me of who I was when I was a kid.
Son, don't ever look down on people.
♪ Do it clean even if it's dirty ♪
We don't need to use anything to get crazy.
Let the potholes under your wheels be invisible.
The Moscow air reminds me of our moments
Where we climbed with people we'll never be with again.
I'm smiling all smiles on 26, joking we're on 24.
♪ In memory erased and left behind ♪
More than left behind seems to have been erased
The edges of the soul are not easy to find among the high-rises
But I buy back those with whom I hear a familiar tune.
The wet asphalt slides beneath the black wheels.
Tired eyes screaming for sleep.
I sucked you in, blew you out and threw you away.
We both know it was good for both of us
And you're still talking about feelings? I thought you'd grown up by now.
From this fiction, in my head, plans, schemes, conjectures.
In a black car, we drive around cones, lanes.
♪ Along this road only ♪
Dialing numbers, flying into the brothers' house.
No need to look for us, we're always on Arbat.
Shelepikha meeting, I work at my house.
Thanks for asking, we don't barter, we pay.
I've been working long enough to move on a fortune.
Everything has a price, it's just who pays that counts.
It's different here, I wake up at sunset.
I'm back on the Arbat with the guys on rakhat.
Moscow, Moscow, S-class, S-class.
Sleepy Tverskaya is once again flowing under us.
The city is a chameleon, it changes its color in an instant.
My foot is on the gas, I'm cranking the Bowers to max.
Moscow, Moscow, Moscow, S-class, S-class
There's green on green and yellow and red.
The city of millions, all around are khayats and palaces.
The city's on fire, yeah, but it's all right here.
Moscow, Moscow
Arbatskaya station
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