Lyrics Сэйн - Куртка
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Сэйн
(part1)
(куртка)
Всё перевернулось,
Никогда и не думал, что сунусь.
Да тут гребаный секонд со скидкой,
И голос пропитанный запахом улиц.
Но они говорят я безумец...
Может быть я и вправду безумец,
Твои правила жизни ,Послал на тризубец,
Фак фак будь что будет, Вацап мои люди
Закипал как визувий,
Ты знал мои будни,
От правды так больно
Но от нас не убудет.
Праздник орудий,
Ты с пастью акульей
Обогнал твои пули.
килла!
Весь нал прятал в худи,
На вопросы где взял,
Я лишь разводил руки - делаем вещи
И целые сутки тут зрелые суки
Пьют зелья от скуки.
Мы в шаге от дурки
Мой левл- открытые люки
Я прыгаю . юпиии
Голоса за спиной стали тише,
А значит мы правильным курсом...
Осколки и трупы,Под видео съемку
-Все на пол!
Мы тащим огромные сумки.
"Что за ублюдки?!",
Я просто не мог стать другим в этой куртке.
(припев)
В этой куртке
В этой куртке
Я просто не мог стать другим в этой куртке
Стать другим в этой куртке
(part2)
Я так часто не прав,
Мне пророчили крах
И на первых шагах
За спиной уж тропа
Нуу...
Одиночество яма,
Я сам закопал
На возьми ка лопату
Тысячи дорог -врут
Или я плохой друг
Перековеркал всё что было
На свой лад, на свой слух,
Но всё писал не я,
Это сон ,словно злой дух
Нон стоп,
Я сбит с толку.Сбит с ног
Стих слит в стол .Как слил в "сток",
Крик ,а ну марш!. как свисток
Я влип ,в этот фрик каталог.
Рядом тысячи "но " -Я не знаю число
Точно таких, утопающих псов..
-У тебя Кредиторы на трубке,
Ты просто не мог стать другим в этой куртке .
San.
(Part1)
(jacket)
Everything turned over
I never thought that I would put.
Yes, there is a fucking secret with a discount,
And voice impregnated by the smell of streets.
But they say I am mad ...
Maybe I really madness,
Your rules of life, sent to Tremetz,
Favor Whether WHO WHE WTSAP My people
Boiled like a visuvium
You knew my everyday life
From truth so hurt
But we will not lose.
Holiday guns
You and the mouth of sharks
Overtook your bullets.
Killa!
All tax hid in Hoody,
To questions where I took
I only wade my hands - do things
And the whole day here mature bitch
Drink potions from boredom.
We are in a step from Durka
My left-open hatches
I'm jumping . Jupiii
Voices behind the backs are quieter,
So we are the right course ...
Shards and corpses, videos shooting
-All on the floor!
We are huge bags.
"What kind of bastards?!",
I just could not become another in this jacket.
(chorus)
In this jacket
In this jacket
I just could not become another in this jacket
Become another in this jacket
(Part2)
I'm so often wrong
I was propheted the collapse
And in the first steps
Behind the trail
Well ...
Loneliness pit,
I zakopal himself
On the shovel
Thousands of roads -Vruth
Or i'm bad friend
Upproved everything that was
On your own way, on your hearing,
But I wrote everything
This dream, like an evil spirit
Non-stop,
I'm confused. Satisfied with the legs
Verse merge into the table. How to plunder in the "stock",
Creek, well, march!. like a whistle
I'm in trouble, in this Fric Catalog.
Near thousands "But" - I do not know the number
Exactly such immelled dogs ..
- You are creditors on the tube,
You just could not become another in this jacket.
(Part1)
(jacket)
Everything turned over
I never thought that I would put.
Yes, there is a fucking secret with a discount,
And voice impregnated by the smell of streets.
But they say I am mad ...
Maybe I really madness,
Your rules of life, sent to Tremetz,
Favor Whether WHO WHE WTSAP My people
Boiled like a visuvium
You knew my everyday life
From truth so hurt
But we will not lose.
Holiday guns
You and the mouth of sharks
Overtook your bullets.
Killa!
All tax hid in Hoody,
To questions where I took
I only wade my hands - do things
And the whole day here mature bitch
Drink potions from boredom.
We are in a step from Durka
My left-open hatches
I'm jumping . Jupiii
Voices behind the backs are quieter,
So we are the right course ...
Shards and corpses, videos shooting
-All on the floor!
We are huge bags.
"What kind of bastards?!",
I just could not become another in this jacket.
(chorus)
In this jacket
In this jacket
I just could not become another in this jacket
Become another in this jacket
(Part2)
I'm so often wrong
I was propheted the collapse
And in the first steps
Behind the trail
Well ...
Loneliness pit,
I zakopal himself
On the shovel
Thousands of roads -Vruth
Or i'm bad friend
Upproved everything that was
On your own way, on your hearing,
But I wrote everything
This dream, like an evil spirit
Non-stop,
I'm confused. Satisfied with the legs
Verse merge into the table. How to plunder in the "stock",
Creek, well, march!. like a whistle
I'm in trouble, in this Fric Catalog.
Near thousands "But" - I do not know the number
Exactly such immelled dogs ..
- You are creditors on the tube,
You just could not become another in this jacket.