Lyrics Джиос - Глаза-Иллюминаторы
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июнем тем тони во мне мы не одни в огне
смотри свет в окне, манит на play, ты как магнит, я на дне
оба в активных поисках.. дыма кольца..
в бокалах poison.. хоть какая то польза
на ушибы найз в уши нойза.. минуты до поезда
время наравит всё ускорится, и от этого боязно.
с запястьев чувства сними, выкинь.
нас давно уже нет двоих и крики
от безумства на той простыни
на 56 тебя, унция гордости
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Иллюминаторы самолёта - глаза.
Скучаем по дому, хоть и видим в них море.
Как сказать?
Остановиться пилоту, а вдруг мы утонем?
А так нельзя.
Не высота беспокоит, а возможность вернуться назад..
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когда начнёт темнеть и недоступен день, вросту в неё тысячей корней
нам здесь теплей, в мире теней - иней и рейв, пепел
скулы ласкает ветер, на фото нас не отметить
квадратные милиметры, пускай нас там рядом нет и
у лета свои планеты, весне не хватает света
зимою лишь дома раздета, осени нет без снега
по капиллярям кайф, но тебе нельзя,
подумай насчёт "привыкать", пока мои глаза тебя не злят
рисую на стёклах с плюсами имена
над сердцем издёвка - продюссерский талант
пусть у них краски все блёклые - у нас 4К
и всё мимолётное мы разделим на три часа
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Как.. Иллюминаторы самолёта - глаза.
Скучаем по дому, хоть и видим в них море.
Как сказать?
Остановиться пилоту, а вдруг мы утонем?
А так нельзя.
Не высота беспокоит, а возможность вернуться назад..
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in June, so drown in me we are not alone in the fire
look at the light in the window, attracts to play, you're like a magnet, I'm at the bottom
both are actively searching .. smoke rings ..
in poison glasses .. at least some good
on bruises nise in the ears of noise ... minutes to the train
time will speed everything up, and this is scary.
take your senses off your wrists, throw them out.
we have long been gone and screams
from the frenzy on that sheet
at 56 you, ounce of pride
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Aircraft porthole - eyes.
We miss home, although we see the sea in them.
How to say?
Stop the pilot, what if we drown?
And it’s impossible.
Not height bothers, but the ability to go back ..
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when the day begins to get dark and inaccessible, a thousand roots grow into it
we are warmer here, in the world of shadows - frost and rave, ashes
the wind caresses the cheekbones, not to be noted in the photo
square millimeters, let us not be there
summer has its own planets, spring lacks light
in winter only the house is stripped, there is no autumn without snow
high on the capillaries, but you can’t,
think about getting used to it until my eyes make you angry
I draw names on glasses with pluses
mockery at heart - producing talent
let their paints be all faded - we have 4K
and we will divide all fleeting by three hours
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How .. Aircraft porthole - eyes.
We miss home, although we see the sea in them.
How to say?
Stop the pilot, what if we drown?
And it’s impossible.
Not height bothers, but the ability to go back ..
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look at the light in the window, attracts to play, you're like a magnet, I'm at the bottom
both are actively searching .. smoke rings ..
in poison glasses .. at least some good
on bruises nise in the ears of noise ... minutes to the train
time will speed everything up, and this is scary.
take your senses off your wrists, throw them out.
we have long been gone and screams
from the frenzy on that sheet
at 56 you, ounce of pride
==============================
Aircraft porthole - eyes.
We miss home, although we see the sea in them.
How to say?
Stop the pilot, what if we drown?
And it’s impossible.
Not height bothers, but the ability to go back ..
==============================
when the day begins to get dark and inaccessible, a thousand roots grow into it
we are warmer here, in the world of shadows - frost and rave, ashes
the wind caresses the cheekbones, not to be noted in the photo
square millimeters, let us not be there
summer has its own planets, spring lacks light
in winter only the house is stripped, there is no autumn without snow
high on the capillaries, but you can’t,
think about getting used to it until my eyes make you angry
I draw names on glasses with pluses
mockery at heart - producing talent
let their paints be all faded - we have 4K
and we will divide all fleeting by three hours
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How .. Aircraft porthole - eyes.
We miss home, although we see the sea in them.
How to say?
Stop the pilot, what if we drown?
And it’s impossible.
Not height bothers, but the ability to go back ..
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