Текст песни Карлосон который живет под спайсом - Вето

I look at the clock - will be lighted window
Look blinding display of the phone
The prison was closed in the head again
She just wanted to hear the word

Filter again burning in fire
Pilgrimage glare
And only in a dark box
Scattered view of the quiet sky
And yet for a long time it disappeared in the darkness
It lost a favorite credo
Severe pain raging inside me
On life was vetoed

Day passes again, the tape is wound
Only a sense of fingers zhguchest ash
Painting has long been nothing new
Everything is so ... so familiar!

Filter again burning in fire
Pilgrimage glare
And only in a dark box
Scattered view of the quiet sky
And yet for a long time it disappeared in the darkness
It lost a favorite credo
Severe pain raging inside me
On life was vetoed