Lyrics 720vozduha - вопросово
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музыка:vyshe – sunset
текст: мы сейчас ментально в японии,
а твоя планета в запое так, за полем боя, за пазухой джоннибоя, ты никогда не находишь искомое, потонешь после сотен пробоин, в океане боли из миллионов глаз, монополия, костюмчик атласный здесь надет на всех кроме нас.
скажите пассворд от этой жизни, а то мы что-то зависли непризнанными в отчизне под призмой чисел, отчисленными в закулисье, сейсмическими ударами в сознании, письменными текстами стали мы, из стали нимб - индустриальные ангелы, в воротах рая, на границе с Россией, не знаю как, но от вашего репа меня подкосило. и мы не в Косово, но любопытный человек с Албанского сменил гражданство на "Вопросово", махал руками броско так, кистью наброски, не по-церковному да и бог с вами. небо с куполами, песни Миши Круга, и вот я в Магадане
Ветер туман порвал,
Солнце сквозь щели туч
мы планируем жизнь минимум "Ламборгини",
но выходят "девятки" ебучие.
Возле пивной мужик
Кружку поднес к губам,
мы планируем жизнь минимум "Майкл Джексон",
но выходит ебучий "Билан".
music: vyshe - sunset
text: we are now mentally in Japan,
and your planet is in a binge so, behind the battlefield, in the bosom of johnniboi, you never find what you're looking for, you'll drown after hundreds of holes, in the ocean of pain from millions of eyes, monopoly, satin suit is worn on everyone except us.
tell the password from this life, otherwise we hung up in the homeland under the prism of numbers, counted in the backstage, seismic blows in consciousness, we became written texts, from steel nimbus - industrial angels, in the gates of paradise, on the border with Russia, I do not know how, but from your turnips I was knocked down. and we are not in Kosovo, but a curious person from Albanian changed his citizenship to "Voprosovo", waved his hands so, with a brush of the outline, not in the ecclesiastical and yes, God is with you. sky with domes, Misha Krug songs, and here I am in Magadan
The wind broke the fog,
The sun through the cracks of the clouds
we plan to live a minimum of "Lamborghini",
but there are "nine" fuckers.
Near the beer man
The mug raised to his lips,
we plan to live a minimum of "Michael Jackson",
but the fucker "Bilan" is coming out.
text: we are now mentally in Japan,
and your planet is in a binge so, behind the battlefield, in the bosom of johnniboi, you never find what you're looking for, you'll drown after hundreds of holes, in the ocean of pain from millions of eyes, monopoly, satin suit is worn on everyone except us.
tell the password from this life, otherwise we hung up in the homeland under the prism of numbers, counted in the backstage, seismic blows in consciousness, we became written texts, from steel nimbus - industrial angels, in the gates of paradise, on the border with Russia, I do not know how, but from your turnips I was knocked down. and we are not in Kosovo, but a curious person from Albanian changed his citizenship to "Voprosovo", waved his hands so, with a brush of the outline, not in the ecclesiastical and yes, God is with you. sky with domes, Misha Krug songs, and here I am in Magadan
The wind broke the fog,
The sun through the cracks of the clouds
we plan to live a minimum of "Lamborghini",
but there are "nine" fuckers.
Near the beer man
The mug raised to his lips,
we plan to live a minimum of "Michael Jackson",
but the fucker "Bilan" is coming out.