Текст песни Типси Тип ft. Zambezi - Дверь

Sitting in the kitchen Starting smoke rings
They fly to the ceiling and sense
Across a second will disappear
Like me trying to find yourself
Why ask the question
Sadness leaves me thousands of skid
Forcing to close your world on the castle
And do not let anyone to your threshold
In the room is empty pale light thick
I missed me but wait again
I give the back, it is impossible not
Riding on the counter finish will not give a verse

On the door someone pounded
And I did not open
I did not expect anyone

Throwing the keys of the Lutka knocked on the door
And I do not hear knocks at least you are the hands of the splits
Even though you fuck you today we are not a gym
Do not drink and do not have a happan one's nerves save
Scratch my diet smoke under tea
Put experienced your prejection methods
No me inside empty and windy
Muscular arteries are fighting slowly
Hardly we have something to tear the voice
Looking for yourself in an equilibried white cone
It's not for us from the neighbors screaming not
Screw bass suck my compliment
Son of Marley or Erika Badu under Ruts
Call elementary succ
And they will come, burst
Without a knock, hello guests are not
Riding a narrow pore
Throwing did not give a verse.