Текст песни Андрей Горба - XXI век

XXI century
DM A7 F7

I cut a salad of our hope
The cheerful distance runs a bun
And the shore swaying, and the mouse is in place
And the network of spider knits me

Cooking thoughts, cold songs
Djokond laughs at this game
And gunpowder, I shot if B
Before that, I was alive

Turn off the fate from the outlet as soon as possible
In the pockets of their bay
The case of our conscience on the spot
The magnet will attract me inside out

And the beats run down the stairs of life
And the pause is lying, you don't have it
Say goodbye, say goodbye, now you are not together
The double of reflection will strangle you