Текст песни Тихий.Кот feat. данни.белый - кот в мешке

Eight fell on its side, so we have time to much.
Instead of names, increasingly we enter logins.
We build bastions, go inside, leave home.
A barrel of honey is a bottomless tar well,
It seems that we are flowers, we are watered from the sky.
Waiting for the winter, my worries will disappear under the snow
Young people under the "snow" - snowdrops.
My only corner is adjacent to it.
Icicles will melt - in Kazanova here you are.
And I like everything on the train - slippers, dressing gown.
Knee pain, we are a generation of worship ....
We do not live in the taiga, but where do the deer come from?
On the street, changing landscapes - a slide show.
Kota bribe feelings, and somewhere my bag.

Playing games with Lucifer.
And all that is - put at stake.
There are travelers on the right. Confused - on the left.
Time trouble per minute and your turn.
You do not care the city of the lonely,
But I feel there from the inside,
Straight exactly like Dr. Bomgard,
That this world has long been rotten.
Do you have trash in your head? Yes?
Walking vacuum truck.
I see what I want.
You see what you need.
Kokotka are also waiting for the princes,
But instead of a white horse - white cayen.
I flew past them pretty scream mime,
After all, I am whiter than their "snow", but not whiter than their walls.

Such rules we put someone.
The city is rotten, and we will leave silently.
You lose. But what's the use?
And the fact that only makes a demon noise, but
Enough Give me a sigh.
Past happy lives on cars - I'll walk on foot.
A chic metaphor that their “dead path” ...
The incorruptible cat in the bag. Who cares what's behind the bag, huh?

You throw the weapon, I'll throw the verses.
I think about the strength of the same.
Eight on the side ... and on the side of the cat is asleep.

He's sleeping. Me not. But still
We are like him.