Текст песни Krec - Кухня-запись

I fed with birds in the city,
Shouted in the boxes, hit the walls,
Was hungry
In the south, the sands sucked me,
Beaten with rains,
Lived in smiles
Tuned to the purity of the Hermitage,
Her!
So it is, not tense,
These walls remember the taste of Wingston,
The bronchi sizzle like an echo of a shot
Do not drown, but inhale more deeply
We will cross in these plots,
Somewhere, where Olga, Anton,
Given in the trash,
In captivity, the coast will find the captain,
Breathe, everything that helped Madame,
To whom we owe, and what we owe,
Who soaked the roots of the plants,
Then he dried, smoked, teased the shadows,
Autumn, boil a solution of voice, scream,
With a monotonous beat pulse,
Wizard, we have dreams about you,
About your world
Over the dunes, ah yes!

The slope had thoughts
Eyes burned
Clear voices flew high
People came, remained,
We continue,
Kitchen record!

The slope had thoughts
Eyes burned
Clear voices flew high
People came, remained,
We continue,
Kitchen record!

Hey bratuh take a breath
Don't believe out loud
in our kitchen the light does not go out
Even at night the lamps are lit
We write couplets plots
Blues, clip, parquets
On the beach somewhere before dawn,
Passing the baton in a circle,
Each other, smoke till the morning
Be on guard my friend
Keep your eyes closed
Feel the music
Keeping cooking secret,
A mixture of good and sad
Do not confuse with depression
This is only the beginning of the game,
I answer you, so cross your fingers.

The slope had thoughts
Eyes burned
Clear voices flew high
People came, remained,
We continue,
Kitchen record!

The slope had thoughts
Eyes burned
Clear voices flew high
People came, remained,
We continue,
Kitchen record!