Текст песни Грубый Гамми - Чувствую бит

I'm sitting in the sky and I'm talking to the horn
Cool, fiercely fells rough and coarse
Morning, lit my way to the source
I understand for whom I'm the strictest critic

A healthy engine is brewing in the body
I'm in the periphery myself, near all the walls
I rest on the couch on the balcony in the summer
Closing my eyes blown away by the wind

On the web, I'm flying to the new world in my hands
A gray kind of color inside holds its science
I told myself to look for and not look for the cause
To give a head start to crane, to release the titmouse

There were, bad people, spitting at the feet
They threw a word in the back, teeth clenched angry
Among their were strangers, already cooled
I lightly missed these by shooting

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More than before, I feel a bit
From laughter to cough, stopped
From the bottom is not afraid to fly to the bottom
Fly down to the bottom.
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Down to fly to look at the clouds
All my money will hide the glass
Behind backpack is far from pure
You did not know me, I just slept

I'm sitting in the sky and I'm talking to the horn
Cool, fiercely fells rough and coarse
Morning, lit my way to the source
I understand for whom I'm the strictest critic.