Текст песни Mo Sк - Грустные ноты

Sad notes, typical lyrical
The desktop is clean completely I think perfectly
Corrected, according to the rules it's not serious
The smell of hair, eye color, it's all in vain
Attempts to redraw myself are not given to me
Throw networks out of range
The mobile phone will not get upset right
I didn’t finish the chorus, it's top secret
This railway
Covered just blood
How many bodies lay on her
It's the rage of the day
Favorite hobby, repair some kind of repitch
I look like a kharchin, it would be decent
But tired of the syllable and does not go along the rhyme
Like my ship was stuck in the middle of a riff

And outside the window Morning, Sory, I'm sorry for the rhymes
And outside the evening, A ship along the reefs
And again the day I sit where the fuss is
And again night I lay in bed and in my hand a newspaper

Drawn to sleep, further drawn to bow
Before who is higher but not a long marathon
On the window there is an obstacle in the pot.
Books gather dust trying to reach
Dumb rattle on wood for bits
It feels like a little bit already
Body immobilized, I look already the sun has set
Breathing stops, sleep loading ends
And I'm drowning beneath the skies
Lungs run out, smoke exhales
Gray days are coming
From the window of the bird ... Do not fly away ..