Текст песни Маста Крафт и Сэнтел - История любви

Verse 1: Masta Kraft
On the chest of S and I in world equilibrium
My depression infuriates me is not in vain
the crack of dawn on my knees at the altar
Well tobish home on the floor and the whole pray thee

I do not love you, but I know that when a loved
When I drowned their pride in the Nile
I like Shaquille O Neal threw the ball in the ring
But the ring on her finger at me and you did not make it

And that, I do not regret anything
And che I was there day and night full was your lies
I fall in the water and rush to the bottom
On the evil you close this screen

I'm like an elephant and you as a china shop
This is not a dream, I am still the same in the same tank top
I read Kafka and feel beetle
And you're all bestyzhaya persecute me a broom

Apollo I, when we were together under a blanket
But we have lost something that we always lacked
Everything was Talos, but before we nachhat
A schyas longer, we find fault with the details

Not so sat down, why do not you look in my eyes?
Or I did not have time or late again
And I do not believe a word of
And where is the guarantee that it will not start again

Chorus:
The love story of the paint to thicken again
All that is behind us is no longer dangerous
All of what lies ahead will not be without flaws
And in my chest you fight constantly

Verse 2: Sentel
I have not dedicate songs, because these texts
No one is interested in my heart under pressure
Words have weight, but only after sex
I'm a street poet, and for me you are a poet

I was drowning, and you are always saved my secrets
I go to the bottom, I rock, I see this karma
It gave no target for next to nothing, almost nothing
At the heart of the wound became forever my temple.

I want you, because the forbidden fruit is always sweet
I make the first move and I fell into the sediment
Your inquiries for me worse than Mossad
It does not justify the cost and you love ambush

My fingers were dissolved somewhere under your clothes
I am the most for your loving and most tender
I'm sorry, my dear, have flown these days
I will continue without you this story of love