Lyrics Фиаско, Sun Drops, Продж - Грубо, Но Правда

Vova Fiasco:

Well, loosen the noose, give me oxygen to the lungs
Give a pair of three hopes or kill me quickly
but who told you that this choice will be easy
and once again inaccessible areas for us, ala
Brushes are obsolete with cold breath of the north
fingers trembling barely squeeze a cold heart
and we trampled the snow and ourselves trampled so blindly
now completely disappear somewhere in the deserts of snow
I would not care less about the cold wind
But careless winter behaved this way with us
or we have broken hearts ourselves, now
We are not in us, we killed ourselves
Well tighten the noose and cut the air supply
Kill all hope in me or fall in love with yourself again
no one said that the choice would be easy to breathe
al, but for us here there is no accessible zone

Chorus:

I thought he would leave. What came back?
Thought will pass. She, my friend, is faulty.
I'll scream into your phone indistinctly:
Bitch Love & quot; let and rudely, but the truth

Proj:

The road is smoldering, in the bus window I see the ashes
The rain on the glass is beating like a whip
And all the pale, sdes bands are flying into the breach
I think everything, know this, put it in prose.

I do not hang a long makentosh on a carnation
But I'll hide everything that's disturbing him now
I forgot how I felt the touch of your brown fingers
Twenty-five more steps back

Why can not I tell you what I'm thinking about?
Better get out of the room to recover.
I'm sure, somewhere on the edge
I will find in my memory happy places

Tired city. I'm enchanting with you
Songs, a constant, to whom I write - do not care, you know ...
I'm kind of simple, but hard to understand.
Get dressed! With me enough, get out!

Chorus:

I thought he would leave. What came back?
Thought will pass. She, my friend, is faulty.
I'll scream into your phone indistinctly:
Bitch Love & quot; let and rudely, but the truth

Majestic Fiasco:

Receiving my sorrow, we again keep in touch.
I was so inadvertently tuned in to your waves.
I notice, I need a substitute for buzz
It will kill us imperceptibly, like morphine.

And we will forget the house of ours
And but the measure on the mobile
We will erase, but at a convenient moment the memory will give that opportunity
Restore us the numbers

We suddenly dial so, the conversation knowing in advance
In a nutshell voice tightly so pret on the receiver your bl .., my base reception!

We are so often silent for no reason, shout at the phone, well, let's talk so
From monotonous horns, my signal with a considerable amplitude

Sun Drops:

In my warmth, so few new health
And even the best archaeologist does not find us here
My eyes are tied, brother, what do you order me to see?
How to consider love where it is not, offended?
So that you do not get hooked
I throw dust into my eyes, they do not know how I rush
but you, too, do not have enough there for something
and it's a pity that not us, it's just broken

I remember this last morning, like now.
I did not want to jump, but in my thoughts nine floors down
on the asphalt is no longer there, but I'm not following them
feet on the stairs in my head delirium
on the crossbar holding, legs stopped listening
someone offered help, I answered: "better myself"
And could meet the dawn of the game in the shrew
but I kicked the entrance door, wash the snow.

Chorus:

I thought he would leave. What came back?
Thought will pass. She, my friend, is faulty.
I'll scream into your phone indistinctly:
Bitch Love & quot; let and rudely, but the truth