Lyrics MimoЭтажей - Крутим

Chorus:
Steering right twist, steering left twist
Along the arches, the lock, tired people
Who knows the essence and who will be whom
Hinders destiny who judges everyone

And so boring everyday life
Not a day of boredom - buzzing, waking.
In the morning, pudding, at lunch a bottle
Steering right twist, steering left twist
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Verse 1:
There are no motive days with pulse rhythms
Saturday passed from the moment I woke up
Teha increasingly in non-network coverage
And more often they visit thoughts that they can not let go

... If v * bet then the space here for a long time
With a white sheet, run, the dream to collect on the fragments
Past yards, districts, streets but only
Already there are no those pictures that I saw on the old film

You know, sorry, but I wouldn't step back
And the fact that we experienced let pick up the sunset
There is only the familiar silence to the pain
And on the lips of the word with a touch of light irony

Under the hood is another world, you already know it
I have enough air here but not enough sky
Seconds, before the new day will powder
I will miss new morning again
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Chorus:
Steering right twist, steering left twist
Along the arches, ulok, tired, people
Who knows the essence, who will be who
Hinders destiny who judges everyone

And so boring everyday life
Not a day of boredom - buzzing, waking.
In the morning pudding, at lunch a bottle.
Turn the steering wheel to the right, turn the steering wheel to the left.
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2 Verse:
These podgony will drive me crazy probably soon
Gray sky plus always a half-asleep city
Every day, hammer a new unfamiliar number,
But the pipe still hangs for outsiders in the ignore,

With the little brother, remember that they forgot when a long time ago,
Light nostalgia behind the dark, ajar glass,
With full breasts take a few deep breaths,
And to drive about what is good here and what is bad,

Yes, then fuck it, move the wind along the way,
Along advertising, transitions, flashlights and tired prospectuses,
Mountains of troubles, strange questions are not enough,
But calm keeps a balance of about a hundred points,

In bulk different movements two zero one four,
Tuses, clubs, suits in an unfamiliar apartment,
But today is not varick, and so red eyes,
It is necessary to reach the house at least a little sleep,
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Chorus:
Steering right twist, steering left twist
Along the arches, ulok, tired, people
Who knows the essence, who will be who
Hinders destiny who judges everyone

And so boring everyday life
Not a day of boredom - buzzing, waking.
In the morning pudding, at lunch a bottle.
Turn the steering wheel to the right, turn the steering wheel to the left.