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В моей голове дням отсчитывая сдачу
Живет неудачник и живет удача
Они ничего друг для друга не значат
Руки в карманы глаза прячут
Та, что проснется не будет красивой
Ее кожа похожа на чешую мертвой рыбы
Ведь в следующей жизни она станет рыбой
И я стану рыбой.
От этой песни ничего не изменится
От этой песни ничего не изменится
От этой песни ничего не изменится
Эта песня тебе.
В моей голове между явью и снами
Мог бы жить растафари с голубыми глазами
Точка где то
Между бровями
Кармапа Чена
Танцуйте с нами.
Так, таблетка в облатке разбиваясь о нёбо
Приближает нас к небу,
Теплой коме.
Мы тонем в этой истоме
Мы танцуем держась за стены
Наши вены полны историй
Наши песни
Это дети гнева.
Ко мне пришел господь,
Господь справедливый
Он сказал: "Води к этой женщине,
И сделай с ней сына.
Сделай с ней все, что захочешь, если хочешь силой"
Такой мой господь,
Господь справедливый.
А та, что проснется не будет красивой
Жизнь таких, как она не бывает счастливой.
"Мужчинам шрамы, дамам морщины"
Время роет могилу,
Время роет могилу.
Я хотел тебя сберечь, но это грустная повесть
Это гимн ему, времени т.е.
Это Рим его
Это то, что мы есть
Это то, что в нас есть,
Это то, что нас ест.
Это крест который надо нести в полный рост
Только я ростом не вышел,
И я оставил свой post
Может быть этот post то что нужно тебе
Мир это только то что есть в голове...........
In my head days counting change
Loner lives and luck lives
They mean nothing to each other
The hands in the pockets of the eyes hide
The one that wakes up will not be beautiful
Her skin looks like scales of dead fish
After all, in the next life she will become a fish
And I will become a fish.
Nothing will change from this song
Nothing will change from this song
Nothing will change from this song
This song is for you.
In my head between reality and dreams
Could live a Rastafarian with blue eyes
The point is where
Between the eyebrows
Karmapa Chen
Dance with us.
So, a tablet in a cachet breaking about the palate
It brings us closer to the sky,
A warm coma.
We are drowning in this languor
We dance holding on to the walls
Our veins are full of stories
Our songs
They are children of anger.
The Lord came to me,
The Lord is just
He said: "Come to this woman,
And make a son with her.
Do with it whatever you want, if you want by force & quot;
Such is my Lord,
The Lord is just.
And the one that wakes up will not be beautiful
Life is such as it is not happy.
"Scars for men, wrinkle ladies & quot;
Time is digging a grave,
Time is digging a grave.
I wanted to save you, but it's a sad story.
It's a hymn to him, time ie.
This is his Rome
This is what we are
This is what is in us,
This is what eats us.
This cross must be carried in full growth
Only I did not grow tall,
And I left my post
Maybe this post is what you need
The world is just what is in my head ...........
Loner lives and luck lives
They mean nothing to each other
The hands in the pockets of the eyes hide
The one that wakes up will not be beautiful
Her skin looks like scales of dead fish
After all, in the next life she will become a fish
And I will become a fish.
Nothing will change from this song
Nothing will change from this song
Nothing will change from this song
This song is for you.
In my head between reality and dreams
Could live a Rastafarian with blue eyes
The point is where
Between the eyebrows
Karmapa Chen
Dance with us.
So, a tablet in a cachet breaking about the palate
It brings us closer to the sky,
A warm coma.
We are drowning in this languor
We dance holding on to the walls
Our veins are full of stories
Our songs
They are children of anger.
The Lord came to me,
The Lord is just
He said: "Come to this woman,
And make a son with her.
Do with it whatever you want, if you want by force & quot;
Such is my Lord,
The Lord is just.
And the one that wakes up will not be beautiful
Life is such as it is not happy.
"Scars for men, wrinkle ladies & quot;
Time is digging a grave,
Time is digging a grave.
I wanted to save you, but it's a sad story.
It's a hymn to him, time ie.
This is his Rome
This is what we are
This is what is in us,
This is what eats us.
This cross must be carried in full growth
Only I did not grow tall,
And I left my post
Maybe this post is what you need
The world is just what is in my head ...........