Текст песни Slim - Пазл

I'll wait here while I walk along the edge,
I listen to the silence, I stick it into the void,
And I'm probably not going to heaven,
There is too cool and there is no crown.

I'll wait here while I walk along the edge,
I listen to the silence, I stick it into the void,
And I'm probably not going to heaven,
There is too cool and there is no crown.

On different floors there is a different movement,
Here it is necessary either to live, or to remain a niche,
While cars are noisy, poles shine,
Draw mirages from the acrid smoke.

Burning days, as in the mountains of Pakistan,
Dirty money divides the gray herd,
Stubborn as chigiwaro, we are in sight nasa,
Gathering a puzzle, Moscow - a city of contrasts

Equally eye to eye, fall asleep on atoms,
Snowdrifts like cotton wool, eye sockets like empty craters,
Muzlo rolls in, does not bring back,
Life spots, faster, transfer to the fifth.

Areas squares, clouds are burning frosted,
On the map guessed routes with gifts,
Thoughts roll, they shoot shells,
Spear poison poisoned when sold truth.

The road to nowhere, because from my floor,
Who as much as pressed, with a conscience at the knives,
What is it, pity, hide your sting,
You will not sting me, you will break on the rocks.

We are decay products, do not roll them out,
Somewhere next to hell, I smell the scent of it,
Russian standards, the main thing is to drip,
On a deposit in the bank, well, or like this ...

I'll wait here while I walk along the edge,
I listen to the silence, I stick it into the void,
And I'm probably not going to heaven,
There is too cool and there is no crown.

I'll wait here while I walk along the edge,
I listen to the silence, I stick it into the void,
And I'm probably not going to heaven,
There is too cool and there is no crown.