Текст песни люсик - скучаю по лету

rozozhgla well fire that is burning from the inside
if not available'll know more, dial me
Leave at least in an Unread Message
when Pac family podlechat I answer normally killed
clamped between teeth hurt us over the last judge
We like to recall that it was not think about what will
preberaya Philco to think like a box before
and if the choice is you or the city where I was between
we are in these catacombs room lived longer
as the buttercups and daisies on the ground ustoreloy
walls have absorbed part of the soul we stayed prezhnemi
through the years your eyes give me the hope to live
Not that I did not want to return back this time
and without kindergarten not turn in paradnay
in windows you through the dark curtain hand Wave
accustomed to their feelings as to put out butts kicked
build it easier to stomp love fashion so you can
Sadness statuses family house line's complicated
tsytaty boring for life in the expectations of others
but somewhere in the inside you still believe that I would roadway
each new day similarity restart button
I'm outside of the street life passed on sheets
Like all trying to be better but for the time being
Phone contacts is not driven to baryg
eyes under a zero in this time already Cator funny
schetu money on the table turned entered the convent
He hid his head in the hood under slow heartbeat
me6dlenym step poshol delirious streets familiar to me
personal messages while long become commonplace
hiding their dreams and thoughts in this book
I tried gave my heart to you but you did not see
you have not noticed left sdes umerat
hiding tears under the shirt burned bridges
rostavila all points only without commas
and I took out from the bottom of the soul all the cigarette butts and plastic
we trump you only different suits
rozlozhil the new fact that has recently gathered
maybe it's just a terrible sleep, and we fell to the astral plane
They did not find the strength to go through
here or you're a bit tired or I'm late
the fate of the villain, I had long been hinted subtly
hands and the word is not heated like the current hit
I would write about the good but not something to remember
trying to re-learn to live floating roots
short beeps, or simply silence
both Nakatani my rap became Posnov
After another two weeks fictitious freedom
I catch a smile from the cast battles over the city
Tell me who they were, and we became, all the crowd in pairs
We divide a couple miles
Divorced bridges, and no longer seemed to force
Back in the past, but even there, there is not that good.
Many do not just come to say sorry,
With this new record to minus verse.
And I do not Stikhno music is still in the inside
You do not want to remember the old days, to erase thoughts
In just two or three stone cliff drop to the bottom
And reading between the lines, listen quietly wake up
Give the last thing that used to turn the tale into a legend
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