Текст песни Kai Piki - АВТОР

AUTHOR
For some, he became already
For others, I'm from a number of silent sutaneous spin
Something importantly, I put on the con
And for someone it smells a stranger
Notice from this not one
Grooved rong, turn off, lights
By moral, it is desperate
Where is the silent taste of the doner with cold tea
I will come to you not only to do
And pull out the next essence
You count what you need to evaluate your tomorrow
Yes, the author will not disappear
United us not grass, but only the truth mother
Which is always right
But the young head is near Fog
What is knocking on the houses
Again not without stories my share
With her lavstory, to blame, sorry hearts
Relationships shudder
But I do not fall out if you wish me good luck in battle
The cleaner themes and easier,
Themes and Slim Gamma with a Song City
And no matter how dirty in your pocket it became more
Past kipisha

Whose heart tasted crazy winds to change another kid
Freedom for the author is substantial
Believe its place under the sun in a warm crowd But one is mostly
Your tomorrow is not without the author

Mirrors little in this steppe
Stones more and more as if you did not do
And yet you can break the pause of a young soul
To nobody extinguished
Light around itself so as not to
Trail of the past day, going to success
To hug those whom I see more and less
That on Salamaleikum corresponds to the same
Consciousness of the soul in yourself smiles
Blurred face of any case
Heart borrowed difference in matter
I will deal myself on hundreds of episodes
We are not all, and all we are not
Even with those with whom you are no smoke without dark
Not without a head with those with whom you
Not without heart with those who love