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Литры грима, синема. Если мы сильные,
То зачем в падении ты держишься за клинья, а?
Клипсами за руки, клептоман – взял и смыл,
Где же смысл? Все ниже ощущение выси,
Кто был с нами - не тот вообще кто с нами был,
Все просто, сын, но не у каждого здесь разум чист,
На лист ощущения, вообще не я? Отъебись!
На жизненных линиях всегда есть светофор, слышь!
Вернись, мы здесь за размытой гранью,
Братья останутся братьями, во всеобщем понимании
Памяти, не порть планомер,
Надо подниматься выше, когда ты падаешь.
Карты зачастую обманывают, манят,
Есть риск потерять все-все, что кажется неправильным,
Мы не оставим, нет, отстаивая интерес,
Главное – взвесь прочный бетон и легкий асбест.
We all want to know. We all want to slow down
Bus, that rides in a wrong row.
Black hole, rotten souls, just get closer, so, so, so…
We all want to know. We all want to slow down
Bus, that rides in a wrong row.
Black hole, empty souls, you’re not over, so, so, so…So, what, hoe?
Килограммы минут в капельницу, плавят мост,
Жгут в пламени, люди после примут раскаяние,
Но уже сквозь расстояния, биться головой о камень,
В отчаянии лишь находя понимание.
Перекресток, такой есть у каждого,
Но кто идет на зов, а кто – на жажду,
Не оступиться важно, выбрав точно,
Не как бы начать, а как и с кем закончить… Поставить точку.
We all want to know. We all want to slow down
Bus, that rides in a wrong row.
Black hole, rotten souls, just get closer, so, so, so…
We all want to know. We all want to slow down
Bus, that rides in a wrong row.
Black hole, empty souls, you’re not over, so, so, so… So, what?
То зачем в падении ты держишься за клинья, а?
Клипсами за руки, клептоман – взял и смыл,
Где же смысл? Все ниже ощущение выси,
Кто был с нами - не тот вообще кто с нами был,
Все просто, сын, но не у каждого здесь разум чист,
На лист ощущения, вообще не я? Отъебись!
На жизненных линиях всегда есть светофор, слышь!
Вернись, мы здесь за размытой гранью,
Братья останутся братьями, во всеобщем понимании
Памяти, не порть планомер,
Надо подниматься выше, когда ты падаешь.
Карты зачастую обманывают, манят,
Есть риск потерять все-все, что кажется неправильным,
Мы не оставим, нет, отстаивая интерес,
Главное – взвесь прочный бетон и легкий асбест.
We all want to know. We all want to slow down
Bus, that rides in a wrong row.
Black hole, rotten souls, just get closer, so, so, so…
We all want to know. We all want to slow down
Bus, that rides in a wrong row.
Black hole, empty souls, you’re not over, so, so, so…So, what, hoe?
Килограммы минут в капельницу, плавят мост,
Жгут в пламени, люди после примут раскаяние,
Но уже сквозь расстояния, биться головой о камень,
В отчаянии лишь находя понимание.
Перекресток, такой есть у каждого,
Но кто идет на зов, а кто – на жажду,
Не оступиться важно, выбрав точно,
Не как бы начать, а как и с кем закончить… Поставить точку.
We all want to know. We all want to slow down
Bus, that rides in a wrong row.
Black hole, rotten souls, just get closer, so, so, so…
We all want to know. We all want to slow down
Bus, that rides in a wrong row.
Black hole, empty souls, you’re not over, so, so, so… So, what?
Liters makeup, cinemas. If we are strong,
Then why are you clinging to the wedges in the fall, eh?
Clips by the hands, kleptomaniac - picked up and washed away,
Where is the meaning? All the lower the feeling of hanging,
Who was with us - not that at all who was with us,
It's simple, son, but not everyone here has a clean mind,
On the feel sheet, it's not me at all? Fuck off!
On the life lines there is always a traffic light, you hear!
Come back, we're here for a blurry side,
Brothers will remain brothers, in the general understanding
In memory, do not spoil the plan,
You must rise higher when you fall.
Maps often deceive, attract,
There is a risk of losing everything-everything that seems wrong,
We will not leave, no, defending interest,
The main thing is a suspension of strong concrete and light asbestos.
We all want to know. We all want to slow down
Bus, that rides in a wrong row.
Black hole, rotten souls, just get closer, so, so, so ...
We all want to know. We all want to slow down
Bus, that rides in a wrong row.
Black hole, empty souls, you're not over, so, so, so ... So, what, hoe?
Kilograms of minutes per drop, fuse the bridge,
Burn in flame, people after will accept remorse,
But already through the distance, beat your head against a stone,
In despair, only finding an understanding.
A crossroads, such is everyone's,
But who goes to the call, and who - to thirst,
Do not stumble is important, choosing exactly,
Not how to start, but how and with whom to finish ... Set a point.
We all want to know. We all want to slow down
Bus, that rides in a wrong row.
Black hole, rotten souls, just get closer, so, so, so ...
We all want to know. We all want to slow down
Bus, that rides in a wrong row.
Black hole, empty souls, you're not over, so, so, so ... So, what?
Then why are you clinging to the wedges in the fall, eh?
Clips by the hands, kleptomaniac - picked up and washed away,
Where is the meaning? All the lower the feeling of hanging,
Who was with us - not that at all who was with us,
It's simple, son, but not everyone here has a clean mind,
On the feel sheet, it's not me at all? Fuck off!
On the life lines there is always a traffic light, you hear!
Come back, we're here for a blurry side,
Brothers will remain brothers, in the general understanding
In memory, do not spoil the plan,
You must rise higher when you fall.
Maps often deceive, attract,
There is a risk of losing everything-everything that seems wrong,
We will not leave, no, defending interest,
The main thing is a suspension of strong concrete and light asbestos.
We all want to know. We all want to slow down
Bus, that rides in a wrong row.
Black hole, rotten souls, just get closer, so, so, so ...
We all want to know. We all want to slow down
Bus, that rides in a wrong row.
Black hole, empty souls, you're not over, so, so, so ... So, what, hoe?
Kilograms of minutes per drop, fuse the bridge,
Burn in flame, people after will accept remorse,
But already through the distance, beat your head against a stone,
In despair, only finding an understanding.
A crossroads, such is everyone's,
But who goes to the call, and who - to thirst,
Do not stumble is important, choosing exactly,
Not how to start, but how and with whom to finish ... Set a point.
We all want to know. We all want to slow down
Bus, that rides in a wrong row.
Black hole, rotten souls, just get closer, so, so, so ...
We all want to know. We all want to slow down
Bus, that rides in a wrong row.
Black hole, empty souls, you're not over, so, so, so ... So, what?