Текст песни leshakenny - Мысли перед сном о наболевшем

Hann

I spent so much time, but not with that
It’s like emptiness filled with emptiness.
What do you see, you remove the memory and
In different parts of the city, not the bed

I myself want to make this happen
Then I think I did everything right.
At bedtime, all cards are open.
Telephone conversation by the window in the apartment

I can not see but heard from the cars
Thousands of kilometers covered the voice of the soul
Sharpened knives and confused as a showcase
Behind transparent barriers everything is beautiful

And I naive toli toli did not understand just
And I don’t really want to be your sponsor
I will find better for now the spleen
I'll eat something and it's late

Chorus

Thoughts before bed about sore
Who is more right here who is less
Desires did not coincide for some reason
Happy New Year I do not like. I stopped.

S.A.

Exhausted, from continuous corrections with upheavals
Ready to play love, but in not one gate I
Know that freedom is paradise, and no one will forbid me
Throw a bag with junk in the trunk and never come back

Already in the morning drunk, slowly sliding into a pit of poison
Enjoying my half life
Walk couples, names on desks, sunsets on the Boulevard
It all turns to ashes tomorrow.

Sparks go out in the eyes, phones are blacklisted
Liked? Now sleep with him
Reasons for trivia, but for me weighty lucky
Be quiet, I saw these sms

You occupy the red corner of the ring, and blue
Carried away by the writing, I met the dawn in the car
And I collect in whole myself from the halves
While the frost settles on the heart

leshakenny

Like a wounded bird
I hang out in a cage
In a second, the smoke is sweet,
Already accidentally caustic
Everything about you notes
All about your quirks
And there seems to be what I want
So why not finish with them?
Simple i love
Let the heart continue writing its books
And you be happy
Wink to passersby as always
And do not be silent at the meeting,
Listen to Zemfira "Infinity" and think about the eternal,
And I? I am a wine lover of Abkhazia
I love Moscow and every day my holiday
Guys often tease the mole, “Bro, finish badly,” but unlike them, I'm not complaining
Always warm though
And every night this music, beautiful beat,
A picture of a rainbow, my gulf is already in my eyes
I remember every moment, I remember how .. although it does not hurt to forget ...