Текст песни ВАНТУЗ - ЕЩЕ РАЗ

I do not hang my nose
I will do this regardless of demand
Clouds of similar opinions
Hourly every day
All ... will pass and will not leave a shadow
A new day there is no money
I did not find the secret.
And did not create anything if it did not leave a trace
Spilling the river
Without any obstacles
Over layer by layer only it was not chocolate
Why? I'm under an hour ...
Where the trap was placed
I click on the gas
Again
I need warm water
I need a clean bed
I need fresh food
Not much is necessary but my schedule is agreed for a year
This is trouble.
When we do not know ourselves the price
It is easy to find a replacement
All the accumulated evil
He flew a pea on the wall ...
The wave broke itself into a foam

The far corner of the drums is a small rattle
Remember childhood that was there?
Only mom and toy
It's all ... the whole world
Nonlogical games between the walls of apartments
Thoughts of a compass card are not present
Many years have flown by
The newspaper died
Survived only Internet
Fuss from the subconscious reached its element
But ... We did not touch Russia!
In the east of Yucatán
Enough bullets for new countries
Twisted cranes
Drank blood from fresh wounds
It's strange how free will
But we do not take our heads off
I would take it off from the pain of knowing with which side
Painted sadness
Inverted calendar
From under the funeral veil
Cautiously looking into the distance
I love her for that
What will not throw one
With her, I'm billed for the evening
And for payment nothing

I'm good and remember and bad will forget
Memory is also priceless
And it is like a miracle
I hear a voice I remember the image I clearly distinguish the floor
How love is like a wave
Strikes against the rocks if evil
All on the table
Pain leave me alone
Hidden one thing, keep the other
Disadvantaged more often the most native
And do not need a hundred reasons
Monastery is not a shop
This honesty tells me from unprecedented depths
Only everything is not about me
The circumstances of the blame
You and I can not hold out in this world for a day
Starting from shoes
And ending with a head
I'm not me without that record
What is considered the soul
Between this or that
Only the domain of theorems
And it seems for the system
We are nobody
But for us
The present is priceless and happens only once

It's she she is ridiculous and funny
It is she who is naive and sinful
It is she who is dangerous and needs
It is she who after the spring spring