Текст песни Они говорят привет - Черные джинсы

soulsadpoet x krayny
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Feet in Vance too fast on the parapet Walking the Streets
I am happy faces of people, even though I do not know them.
And inevitably I will tighten in the land of dreams and words.
I used to wake up at the house of forgotten.

Next there is nothing that would please me.
My bottom black as night, as my truth.
Falls in love with what I do not need - it is my mania.
I'm always there, hold your breath.

(2 times)
Forget and again to shout into the microphone,
In silent mode because my phone.
I try to fly, but my wings sour.
The canvas of realism on black jeans.
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Hopeless hip-hop in the basis of which a couple of things:
Poor body, smoky voice, thin cord, if Koschey.
Dream cuts veins again. Sadness does not come to the banquet, well, bitch.
Two candles and a shadow, wax on the walls that is drawing.

Again finished ink on the sheet after cold sex with muse
Moat painting realism, so as not to feel the heavy weight.
Illusions so gently pull the fishing line, the skin turns blue.
Hello new world, people long. In the old live just can not.
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(2 times)
Forget and again to shout into the microphone,
In silent mode because my phone.
I try to fly, but my wings sour.
The canvas of realism on black jeans.