Shkaf dreams in my mind, like a tolyan on the rise,
Gidroudár hittin' hard, with snegovoy winds in disguise,
In the zashkafye of the streets, every programmist plots his prize,
Flowing like doshik, while doshirak heat amplifies.
Heyter creepin' in the shadows, dzek denyels in the mix,
Zashkafye echoes callin', busti energy transfixed,
Stok full of ambition, green leaves risin' as we elevate,
In this urban jungle of money trees, our legacy resonates.

#орижин

Anatolyi Markin — Swimming Pools feat. Danneel Breadberry

Tryapki (Drank), Terpim (Drank)
Fimoz (Drank), Marmishka (Drank)
Baltika (Drank), Treshka (Drank)
Zashkafie (Drank), Huch (Drank)