Lyrics Lm - три высотки demo
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Моя лирика высоток, их там три
На каждой сидят под своими ликами
Не любовь, не наркота, не моя опера
Город, мысли и мечты, это видел каждый здесь
Пацан, после тус, до похмеья, пратирая
Куски своей жизни словно у барделя
А!
Вся жизнь - борьба. Каждый умён в чужой беде.
Но беда многих это - утешение
Уже не такой как все, за правду не знаю
И в черепе потерялись все знания
Я ведь сам протирал джинсы на лавках,
Развликаясь этими не до стюардессами.
А!
Люди ходят к ним, ради лечение
Видят там психиатра одобрение
Завиди собаку, начну новую жизнь
Но ведь они не понимают что находят
Всю нить, они сходят с ума, не подазривают
Что, в мечтах друг друга плавали
My lyrics are a high-rise, there are three of them
On each sit under their faces
Not love, not drug, not my opera
City, thoughts and dreams, everyone saw it here
Kid, after tus, hangover, pratiraya
Pieces of my life like Bardel
BUT!
All life is a struggle. Everyone is smart in another's misfortune.
But the trouble of many is consolation.
Already not like everyone else, for the truth I do not know
And in the skull all knowledge was lost.
After all, I myself wiped jeans on the benches,
Talking to these not up to flight attendants.
BUT!
People go to them, for the sake of treatment
See there is a psychiatrist approval
See the dog, start a new life
But they do not understand what they find
The whole thread, they go crazy, do not undermine
What, in each other's dreams swam
On each sit under their faces
Not love, not drug, not my opera
City, thoughts and dreams, everyone saw it here
Kid, after tus, hangover, pratiraya
Pieces of my life like Bardel
BUT!
All life is a struggle. Everyone is smart in another's misfortune.
But the trouble of many is consolation.
Already not like everyone else, for the truth I do not know
And in the skull all knowledge was lost.
After all, I myself wiped jeans on the benches,
Talking to these not up to flight attendants.
BUT!
People go to them, for the sake of treatment
See there is a psychiatrist approval
See the dog, start a new life
But they do not understand what they find
The whole thread, they go crazy, do not undermine
What, in each other's dreams swam