Текст песни Тёплый - Мысли в слух

Thoughts out loud, microphone in the left hand
Listen to this rap, girlfriend is killing
Listen here, remove me from the lists.
What am I writing down? About being at risk
You look in faces? But you see nothing ...
Like silent mice, rain fell from the roof.
And the drip-drip time is like rain in the morning ...
I do not want to think about the fact that in my soul I will die.
And I go straight, but I don't see where?
Where there is silence and a bitter tear.
Where they meet, with what is, and not in rhinestones.
Listen to this rap on the rooftops and in the basins.
A quiet knock, or a loud grinding,
Maybe a kind shadow, maybe a dark undead ...
And I will write it down so tightly and throw it off Angelica.
After all, she will understand the thought of no likh ...
Thought of the Faceless!