Текст песни Depo, Kavabanga, Kolibri и Nacl - Софиты

Kavabanga: Who threw our dreams out of us, pulling the tuses? The needle curl around the hand, but something beats in the chest, what makes us compete about tastes? He strives for the better, to remove the poison again from the hands, what's next, how to lose itself to find a shelter? There everyone laughs, but then they get up there. The tears of relatives .. sometimes so scary for your family, so scary for yourself, but you have already entered into the courage and only pain that remains to the end with you that it arises for no reason, but it does not think to leave when trying to run away again that we will remind you that we are with her Now the one, now my native sun was shining much brighter yesterday, and we loved much more. And I did not believe in the present where is my sky? Yes, under you ------------------------------------------ ---- Chorus: Ti-shi ... leads to the bright light of the nights and I would give you everything, but only I myself are nobody ... (2x) ------------------------------------------------------------- . What does freedom smell like loneliness? You can throw stones, look for the outstanding anyway to you and I will never become friends, I'm empty .. And I don’t have your guilt in that .. just don’t need to call now, just let one be a little. Time is on the mute, and my heart is a burden and a load I am not a poet and romance in myself, I will kill people on Lave and eat each other, priests on BMW knock people. Everything gets away with them, for the sake of this, or something Jesus on the crucifix? Where is the world to roll the brother? Is traffic moving dead drugs? And if only the stars did not fall, mothers did not cry ... And the Karakuli [chorus] esche remained in the notebook: I got a cold .. while I was growing, I grinned in my pocket icon, but my conscience on the table was already pushing everything in our places and the music inside me - inside me - Sofites and light .. There is no way out where there is no. come to me. Forgive me, you hear the muse, come to me .. while all life imperceptibly subsides that the inevitability inside me burns, melts unnoticed .. Even the music has become different .. and the musician does not think so in me. Ignorance of notes .. Excess words .. I stuttered in verses for love ... I crossed out all the superfluous, but it remained not the same .. so always .. hiding under the table alone and in silence my fantasy with a pulse killed life with a sweet child, I could not speak While my dream was choking casually under the bit ...