Текст песни Маклай ,Ганза, Bahh Teе - Под кожу

Too loud to call it a gift
Too doomed to be considered a disease
But it rushes into my head in a snowy shaft
Stream of next poems for new songs.
And wherever I am, in whatever condition,
Whose evil thoughts have not crap in my heart,
You can feel me far away
And I know which of you is depressed.
Thank you, kind of a medal
This is an estimate in my diary and whatever happened
I became smarter than life, I know, under a lying stone
My water can leak to your misfortune.
My closeness is just my amulet in dense fog
And try to pull my nose up
I always felt people fallen under my feet
And I learned to climb words under your skin.

If it hurts ... you give me a drink ...
A song that saved in trouble.
If it gets bitter ... remember the lines
Those who helped in captivity.
You don’t need much
If only you are nearby ...
You are not my fans, sisters and brothers !!
I’m not your idol
You worship god
Songs through the ears right under the skin.

All my tracks are like a will
I will leave them to those who heed these horizons
And if the tags are, in mutual understanding
Look for my ideosphere under the spring sun.
Warmed at night, tears of bitter accusations
Simple truths at the cost of weathered skin
You hid from life, hid from doubt
Now with you, friend, you know, we are alike.
Sitting on the bus half a turn
You hear notes of familiar songs in her player,
It’s possible that she is the very one
With which the world cannot seem small.
I address my lines to those who have lost their grudge
Finding the truth, amid bitter promises.
Big cities won't take your freedom
Just click on “Play” and I'll be there.

If it hurts ... you give me a drink ...
A song that saved in trouble.
If it gets bitter ... remember the lines
Those who helped in captivity.
You don’t need much
If only you are nearby ...
You are not my fans, sisters and brothers !!
I’m not your idol
You worship god
Songs through the ears right under the skin.