Lyrics Max M8 - Бессмысленные дни

Instrumental - Dead Poetz Society - Klockuz

Meaningless days - my judges
You're not reproach - I will not lose
The gifts of fate it will be
Or residual struggle in my own
Yes not so hard to this bruter
In any currency just without lyouti
Flush pollen like buttercup
On the way it was frozen as a jelly,
How did the labor among Budy
Knock on the hollow as Dyatl Woody
Everyone will be there, the prize in the studio
Suddenly burst degrees from mercury, bass
Like an ostrich frighten, but beat like Van Dam
So you, who are here Namba Van,
I'm like a lifting crane
Yes, I donate to you and dusted like machine
Lining their plan, no ours there
We are always in porridge always, so yes
Something like that, I sell soul for my truth
The road in the flight trails, do not let nonsense in the ears, fool
Kavardak, listen here
Who remembers the names of the bold
There is no right to do
Business on shelves in the departments
Among black and white
Life stripes, no
Needles in that hay, nonsense
And someone will appreciate it
Or ruble, extreme double
Yes, you do not think about all this trash
Whoever is there, right there would be no you
The light from the sky did not beat such simplicity
Well, since you take the brars at times,
So the steeringles now, without p *.

Chorus:
It's easier to fall than you thought and
This is with what we are dealing, a guy, we