Traffic Jam

I do not know where to start , but this garbage
I have to say, no no daily routine
More precisely as such does not have a
And this world , I can see all the way slightly differently

I do not go to nine in the morning in his dusty writing-desk
Almost never stand in traffic jams
And in everyday life can afford
Cut down early in the morning , then sleep until seven at night

Yes, we always do nothing rappers
But we always che
And if I take a break while working people
So soon appear trechok that someone will swing

It will happen really soon
Toward the end of the week. Bye-bye , my great city
I move to those in the subject who wants to repchik sounded
For this reason, I do not sleep at night

That's why I did not turn off the night light these days
To rocked at the weekend they
And when I see that all the praise
I close my black bag with a microphone

Chorus: X2
And I have no idea where
I will over the word bit
Aircraft or trains
God, give me strength to remember these cities

And with peace of mind I'm going to talk
With local punks to read and read a lot
This is not a fraternity and not a sect
Change the eyes to red and tell couplets

Then I notice that the window rise
Oh .. I must run to the airport schemit
Yak-40, nishtyak . Another city awaits
Sorry , do not get if you feed here

Landing . Takeoff. It seems normal. How is your health ?
New grass . Hold (pa ?) , Pull the black suitcase
Someone with someone introduces
Come to all properlo . No fluff - to hell!

Shake hands of people of different ages
Then things in the bag gufo, late and past posts
According to Shurik gruzake or subarike
Damn, thanks for the music. Guys, yes you Zaparov

Chorus X2

Hello, dear. Do not you know by chance
Where I fly : Vnukovo or ball ?
Ah, thank you . I will try to be on time
Careful there , come on. Yes I like guys meet

Somewhere in the second half of the day on Monday
I barely reach reach destination
Warm bed and tea and biscuits
But it happens right in front of me off telecom

Sometimes ... and I open my eyes
Only late Tuesday evening
Go nowhere , going nowhere
Doing home delirium. I look forward to Wednesday

I'm not talking about that , I'm on a daily routine
I do not have it , and never will be
Yes, and I was rushing this life without a calendar and without a clock
Look , another ready trechok