Lyrics Капюшон Ноу Мо - Аэробус

If I have nothing to say, then it's not so bad. If I do not wander with anyone, then I probably died. If the sadness lives in the hearts, it means that it is so necessary, every second passerch right now throws the heart into the urn. I can't forget that I began to bring the day, stupid birds will sit down to frost the paws. God God will not be allowed to take off as a flock of ducks, but I would like how they, the wing touch the sky. And maybe the wind against us or, on the contrary, wants to be seven-year steps I will exist in the blood of the soil. I'm so rich in low sin and therefore everything is damaged, that's why my eyes are shattered in the lines. I see life under the sheets, so much fly so fast, the motley souls in response to the invention. I don't want to have a contract more with a contracted anger, I would not want to fly away, knowing that I won't be back. If it is raining today, I will immediately meet it. If the sun is shining today, it will meet us. There are speech defects between people and gray sky, there is a place of unresolved phrases between you. Do not close today on the castle, wet, and at home I pour soup in a plate and shake into bed. I do not like fishing, dad, to be hurt too. Easy, probably, only those who do not die. And I am not ashamed to talk about my feelings loud, ashamed to hide yourself from them, but to issue others. And my music is always running on the needles if you heard her time - do not give to others. I thought the birds see life, the fish have a voice. The edge of the rain strip shall share a film for "for" and "against". I was just a psycho with a ticket to the airbus, and the music I became all like a terrible dope. I thought the birds see life, the fish have a voice. The edge of the rain strip shall share a film for "for" and "against". I was just a psycho with a ticket to the airbus, and the music I became all like a terrible dope. I could only master the track without Mateshina, sorry. Ripped muscles are looking for a footprint to include the light. I do not want, but I'll have a conscience forever in the wound. I compose a lot of words, but I do not give an answer. We all touched upon this life with a ringing blow of the gong, and I did not meet angels among people, so exactly. Angels are near people, I'm not looking for them more, but an excess look at heaven only puts a lot. But around tens of thousands of kilometers of the night. A draft rapes a hinge, I press on the strings of the griff, looking into the ceiling, I consider dust, drawing lines. I do not sleep today, glue brain on rhymes. Between utopia and happiness running on a thin fishing line, between the ground and the abyss in our heads. If God once will decide that on Earth I am superfluous, let him refurb the life of the chisel and put the flag. So denoted for others, that sin lies the soul, so that the wild beast has learned outside the obstacles. I always go ahead, scraping, I want to be better. Where the man was mistaken, God was right. I thought the birds see life, the fish have a voice. The edge of the rain strip shall share a film for "for" and "against". I was just a psycho with a ticket to the airbus, and the music I became all like a terrible dope. I thought the birds see life, the fish have a voice. The edge of the rain strip shall share a film for "for" and "against". I was just a psycho with a ticket to the airbus, and the music I became all like a terrible dope. I thought the birds see life, the fish have a voice. The edge of the rain strip shall share a film for "for" and "against". I was just a psycho with a ticket to the airbus, and the music I became all like a terrible doping