Lyrics Dramma - Бомбы

[track 3: music by mishkin]:
I remember friendship, stronger than steel. I remember the smell of bread bakeries.
I remember the tears of my mother that I'm sorry. Let go.
I remember there was somehow kind and there were more people in people, -
What is more related, what is dearer.

Throw bombs - bombs into my world.
Bo-bombs - bombs - bombs into my world.
Bo-bombs - bombs - bombs into my world, and let them.

Throw bombs - bombs into my world.
Bo-bombs - bombs - bombs into my world.
Bo-bombs - bombs - bombs into my world.

It was different, point. Other times are manners.
Old photos of a handful on a white tablecloth.
Even a rainbow of black and white slides.
Polaroids remember the feelings of these bedrooms.

Drop it! Fall asleep, my memory.
The boarded-up shelter behind the seven locks.
Faceted glasses, perfect sunsets.
Nine floors of friends and acquaintances.

I remember my first player - the one that was for two.
The yards are free from a pile of cars, and even the dust is different in appearance.
Let go. Places for meetings without any mobile;
And there, - the girl is purer in appearance, that she loved, I loved.

I remember friendship, stronger than steel. I remember the smell of bread bakeries.
I remember the tears of my mother that I'm sorry. Let go.
I remember there was somehow kind and there were more people in people, -
What is more related, what is dearer.

Throw bombs - bombs into my world.
Bo-bombs - bombs - bombs into my world.
Bo-bombs - bombs - bombs into my world, and let them.

Throw bombs - bombs into my world.
Bo-bombs - bombs - bombs into my world.
Bo-bombs - bombs - bombs into my world.

[track 4: music br beatsByMantra]:

In a huge traffic jam, but it's not enough for us.
We catch ourselves thinking that we adore scandals.
Without a reason and without a pretext -
Are ready to tear for the idea of ​​someone else's throat.

Do not step on my problems,
I do not want to see imperfection in them.
And out of habit - covering the walls with hands,
To not see the reflection in the mirrors.

Do it...

We will be hypocritical, lie and smile,
To extend this beautiful world.
The main thing, do not forget to admit yourself -
That he joined the ranks, with whom he wanted war.

Kill in yourself, everything that can live.
Coco Chanel - a soul or a perfume?

[track 5: music by Linestreet]:
You're not mine ...
Not mine, but she attracts like a diamond.
I'm like a maniac, it's hard for me to understand,
That you are not mine, you are not mine.

You're not mine ...
Not mine, but she attracts like a diamond.
I'm like a maniac, it's hard for me to understand,
That you are not mine, you are not mine.

You're not mine ...
Not mine, but she attracts like a diamond.
I'm like a maniac, it's hard for me to understand,
That you are not mine, you are not mine.

Hey! There were so many songs.
From which your lady will say: "Listen, I'm sticking out!",
But they are written as if under a carbon paper.
Especially hit, like without feelings.

They can be understood, they need in iTunes.
beaten down contract, producer salute.
But you will not sell me this whole product.
Wait a minute - it's a fake, now I'll show it.

We are angels, I am the enemy.
Better we were not, In the sky cannaby.
I blow out the smoke-smoke-smoke on the whole block.
This city is a legend, it will not die.

On the body goose bumps, there's a chill.
I do Mmmma, like I'm a cook.
Vogue with menthol, smoke in the ceiling.
Vogue with menthol, smoke in the ceiling.

You're not mine ...
Not mine, but she attracts like a diamond.
I'm like a maniac, it's hard for me to understand,
That you are not mine, you are not mine.

You're not mine ...
Not mine, but she attracts like a diamond.
I'm like a maniac, it's hard for me to understand,
That you are not mine, you are not mine.