- Жанр
- Хаус
- Лицензия
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- Над треком работали
- Igor Contrabas
- Описание
- Золотой Поц, Jaminover (Emigrant Song)
- История создания
- Золотой Поц, Jaminover (Emigrant Song) - Igor Contrabas
- Альбом
- Золотой Поц
- Текст
- Emigrant Song
This city is where I became a litter
I speak here in their native language, and do not like it
My face is completely different than that of local
I fear this city, played a game of "waiting for me"
I am over 40 years, and I thought that love would be eternal
And all this love is just sex, but here all the latecomers
And those that love does not know the young, first-graders look
I was afraid if even sit on the bench
Here's the car owner, thinks it's in my hand scanner
Scanner signaling his car and I do not hide
I'm living on local rules, I consider myself a patriot
Patriot, abandoned the country, and keeps his clan
And I do not understand why these citizens are more able and aware
And out of envy I wish all evil, and they tell me here that I'm ugly
But I love for people to stand and drink Coca-Cola and dream
Dress in American clothes and drive American cars.
This city is where I became a litter, This city owes me today.
Oh, cheap labor, the president of the Mayor should give me a room.
They let me stay on their lands and in their flats.
I need to marry and let their children and to rewrite their property themselves