Текст песни Dima Dexter - настроение Лондон

small nasty rain from music on the body of yeast
I will outline the situation and on the topic later
The mood of London is everything wrecking today
I did not know what to do and took out my blat
In search of banknotes but I remain bankrupt
It is rich in music so that close your mouth there
everything has changed, but I will not about it
I just missed a notebook and on lups
on repito bitlo but in general, as usual
my bad habits plus stories about personal
Everything is assembled and I, as a sheet, is clean to indecent
Velkom to me for a light but far from match
Music inside is torn to the room of the room
Words do not want to harm her, but too often crumpled
and how many such words fell as ash into the urn
maybe more than more than muculator have become
I kill minutes and can no longer be like that
spend the next hour from the new day
it would be to score Che and would score tightly
It would be to drink what this mood of London
And outside the industrial zone, a passerby under an umbrella
but a similar world is hiding behind the horizon
These thoughts are bonal but more difficult than just
I believe that tomorrow the gray day is painted with the sun

It pours rain on notes the mood of London
I myself will be a lifeline myself will soon move there with the mind there
Thoughts from Blacknot under the sound are not fashionable
London's mood for all chords

Wutengs fried against the background and is busy
In a dream, the tone on gray wallpaper
Gray city with faith in the word nerves Sori
It remains part of me and my stories
who is about what cockroach, I rely on the facts
In the closet my Labaratoria micro and not rags
I do not pursue either my ears or for the novelty
I don’t rummage in the rap but I can see everything from below
While life is pounding on lups
While I am alive, I will sew inside
In the head of Ivanov's song group Rondo
I will throw the trash from home the mood of London