Текст песни Копюшон - Вот запишу и всё

That 'll take all , so extinguish and throw
I do not need a bit more , I can not bring myself to listen to
It stuck to the bottom of your swing your arms ,
Looking at the dark sky , and look for their player
I have a piece of paper , transport , that I could go
Drowning in baggy trousers , spinning in your head couplets
By all these people you knew me as if
For you, I died last waking up early in the morning
Ale fucking so I okay, somewhere near the speaker
Wearing white CROS doing step one teenager
yet brivshy hair at the bus stop in the cold
Pokes factor grandfather frost and do not hide these tears
It stinks in the room , he writes Th nights
Morse Code teeth , shaking their heads to the beat
There is only silence from behind, because he himself does not know
Only curving posture continues to write
Throwing up their hands to heaven , how can we go to class ?
After all, there is some uёbki , because there is no one understands
That record - and everything here extinguish - and cast
Jack does not look out the window , he heard in the ears gun
Hey, you're weird bitch you beat to the left ear
Croak and fuck , leaving silly string
That's winding road past the loop , with a sneer
He despised suicide, but only when not writing
Again, look to the heavens , launched the portfolio below assholes
What do you look me in the eye , there is the fear you will not find
Bray my head , bitch , disemboweled intestines and lungs
I believe in God and in his mount
That 'll take - and everything here Extinguish and throw
I do not need a bit more , I can not bring myself to listen to
Dripping in puddles gathered thoughts in line
Be so lonely , hiding cold feet
I'm sick of the elevator , where there may be cast
Drooling fly in pop filter , and the body is feeding dragonflies
Dogs on chains, Pordon , otherwise I'll be in my dreams zombies
And if not, then the bomb and a burning sensation that I remember
Leather is drowning in a couple of frost , and he fucked up a couple of
By tram and arches, two pairs of legs to scarlet
Beckons me that bunker, where you can tear your throat
As soon as it gets dark I get out of the cage
Quiet! I want to produce magic in this
The paper touches the wind , there is not my last verse
I drown in the hood , hearing footsteps and whispering
The Earth will go from under my feet , giving me open my mouth
Cheeks are scarlet , confine and fell
Confine and tore it and had my Battle
Closing his eyelids alive by opening the eyelids missing
I have to do the tower to leave a goose
That will write and will continue , no, never give up
Otherwise worthless compress notebook every night
That will write and will continue , no, never give up
Every day I ask and see , to be heard