Lyrics ГРОТ ft. Krec - Я тебя вспомнил
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Припев:
Миллион серий, тысячи сезонов.
Крылья тянут в небо, слишком близко к солнцу.
Убиваем землю, открываем космос.
Вспоминаем кто мы, часто слишком поздно.
Это внутри меня взрывы и грохот.
На фоне Галактики мы ничтожны и крохотны.
Старый дом, оконные щели.
Я тебя узнавал в каждом из воплощений.
Мы с тобой обломки метеоров.
В камениломне мы видимся не впервые.
И я тебя вспомнил.
На пустынном побережье птицы кричали.
Мне знакомо это чувство, ведь мы где то встречались.
Закружились, как пылинки во Вселенском танце.
Вспомни старый район, где нам по 17.
Ветер времени, над нами деревья качались.
Даже через годы мы любили, как в самом начале.
Было тихо, будто город под водой.
И ты боялась засыпать, чтобы не проснуться одной.
Непросто чувство, давно знакомы мы с ним.
Меняя лишь тела, встречаемся в нескольких жизнях.
Припев:
Миллион щелей, тысячи сезонов.
Крылья тянут в небо, слишком близко к солнцу.
Убиваем землю, открываем космос.
Вспоминаем кто мы, часто слишком поздно.
Так много общего, так много разного.
Судьба свела, столкнула в хаосе космоса.
Капсулами мир ускоряется, меняется, рвется из рук.
Мы ищем паузу, вздохнуть, отмести шелуху.
Неровный путь, неровный путь.
Пироны ждут героев бури.
Настроив звук струн.
Я обьясню тебе всю суть.
Оседлаю петлю.
Мне нужен лучший ?, а не пыль и велюр.
Жизнь лишь превью, скоро может проснусь.
Но даже через тысячу лун буду помнить вкус губ.
Это в мозгу, будто бугром вырастает к утру.
И я бегу в дикие джунгли, забыв про еду.
Ловлю волну среди акул, медуз, заплыв, зову ау-ау.
Уют кают, каюк, живу в бою и убаю.
Шмалю, даю, могу.
Припев:
Миллион серий, тысячи сезонов.
Крылья тянут в небо, слишком близко к солнцу.
Убиваем землю, открываем космос.
Вспоминаем кто мы, часто слишком поздно.
Случай всегда хирургически точен.
Смотри, как наши сосуды схожи с дельтами рек.
В случайностях читается авторский почерк.
Это ключи и подсказки во Вселенской игре.
Тысячи светофоров, как одно существо.
Провоцирую людские реки по новому течь.
Расставляя в городе нас, как на поле игровом.
Рисуют схемы судьбоносных случайных встреч.
И если тебе предстоит рождаться.
На Земле, что полностью оледенела,
Чтобы выжить ты случайной мутацией
В следующий раз шкуру сделаешь, как снег белой.
Если нам суждено еще родиться.
Чтобы выжить буду забывчивым изначально.
Снова зачем-то оставленным возвратится.
И все для тебя по пути совершенно случайно.
Припев:
Миллион серий, тысячи сезонов.
Крылья тянут в небо, слишком близко к солнцу.
Убиваем землю, открываем космос.
Вспоминаем кто мы, часто слишком поздно.
Chorus:
Million episodes, thousands of seasons.
The wings are pulled into the sky, too close to the sun.
We kill the earth, we open space.
We remember who we are, often too late.
It's inside me explosions and crashing.
Against the background of the Galaxy, we are insignificant and tiny.
Old house, window slots.
I recognized you in every incarnation.
Me and you wreck meteors.
In Kamenilomne we see each other not for the first time.
And I remembered you.
On the deserted coast the birds screamed.
I know this feeling, because we met somewhere.
Spun like dust particles in the Universal Dance.
Remember the old district, where we are 17.
The wind of time, trees swaying above us.
Even through the years we loved, like at the very beginning.
It was quiet, like a city under water.
And you were afraid to fall asleep, so as not to wake up alone.
Not easy feeling, we are familiar with him for a long time.
Changing only the body, we meet in several lives.
Chorus:
Million slots, thousands of seasons.
The wings are pulled into the sky, too close to the sun.
We kill the earth, we open space.
We remember who we are, often too late.
So much in common, so much different.
Fate brought together, pushed into the chaos of space.
With capsules, the world accelerates, changes, breaks from the hands.
We are looking for a pause, take a breath, sweep away the husk.
Uneven path, uneven path.
Pirones are waiting for the heroes of the storm.
Tuning the sound of strings.
I will explain to you the whole point.
I ride the noose.
I need the best? And not dust and velor.
Life is only a preview, I may soon wake up.
But even after a thousand moons I will remember the taste of the lips.
It is in the brain that it grows like a mound by morning.
And I run into the wild jungle, forgetting about food.
I catch a wave among sharks, jellyfish, swim, call ay-ay.
Comfort cabin, skiff, live in battle and kill.
Shmalu, I give, I can.
Chorus:
Million episodes, thousands of seasons.
The wings are pulled into the sky, too close to the sun.
We kill the earth, we open space.
We remember who we are, often too late.
The case is always surgical.
See how our vessels are similar to river deltas.
In accidents read the author's handwriting.
These are clues and clues in the Universal game.
Thousands of traffic lights, as one creature.
I provoke human rivers in a new way.
Placing us in the city, like on the playing field.
Draw schemes of fateful random encounters.
And if you have to be born.
On the Earth that was completely frozen,
To survive you random mutation
The next time you make the skin like white snow.
If we are destined to be born.
To survive I will be forgetful initially.
Again for some reason left will return.
And all for you along the way completely by accident.
Chorus:
Million episodes, thousands of seasons.
The wings are pulled into the sky, too close to the sun.
We kill the earth, we open space.
We remember who we are, often too late.
Million episodes, thousands of seasons.
The wings are pulled into the sky, too close to the sun.
We kill the earth, we open space.
We remember who we are, often too late.
It's inside me explosions and crashing.
Against the background of the Galaxy, we are insignificant and tiny.
Old house, window slots.
I recognized you in every incarnation.
Me and you wreck meteors.
In Kamenilomne we see each other not for the first time.
And I remembered you.
On the deserted coast the birds screamed.
I know this feeling, because we met somewhere.
Spun like dust particles in the Universal Dance.
Remember the old district, where we are 17.
The wind of time, trees swaying above us.
Even through the years we loved, like at the very beginning.
It was quiet, like a city under water.
And you were afraid to fall asleep, so as not to wake up alone.
Not easy feeling, we are familiar with him for a long time.
Changing only the body, we meet in several lives.
Chorus:
Million slots, thousands of seasons.
The wings are pulled into the sky, too close to the sun.
We kill the earth, we open space.
We remember who we are, often too late.
So much in common, so much different.
Fate brought together, pushed into the chaos of space.
With capsules, the world accelerates, changes, breaks from the hands.
We are looking for a pause, take a breath, sweep away the husk.
Uneven path, uneven path.
Pirones are waiting for the heroes of the storm.
Tuning the sound of strings.
I will explain to you the whole point.
I ride the noose.
I need the best? And not dust and velor.
Life is only a preview, I may soon wake up.
But even after a thousand moons I will remember the taste of the lips.
It is in the brain that it grows like a mound by morning.
And I run into the wild jungle, forgetting about food.
I catch a wave among sharks, jellyfish, swim, call ay-ay.
Comfort cabin, skiff, live in battle and kill.
Shmalu, I give, I can.
Chorus:
Million episodes, thousands of seasons.
The wings are pulled into the sky, too close to the sun.
We kill the earth, we open space.
We remember who we are, often too late.
The case is always surgical.
See how our vessels are similar to river deltas.
In accidents read the author's handwriting.
These are clues and clues in the Universal game.
Thousands of traffic lights, as one creature.
I provoke human rivers in a new way.
Placing us in the city, like on the playing field.
Draw schemes of fateful random encounters.
And if you have to be born.
On the Earth that was completely frozen,
To survive you random mutation
The next time you make the skin like white snow.
If we are destined to be born.
To survive I will be forgetful initially.
Again for some reason left will return.
And all for you along the way completely by accident.
Chorus:
Million episodes, thousands of seasons.
The wings are pulled into the sky, too close to the sun.
We kill the earth, we open space.
We remember who we are, often too late.