Текст песни Типси Тип ft. Zambezi - Собеседник

On the illuminated fishing films not only winter
The light is frozen and dust is not dark dark blue
Comkal snapshots hoarse tremble timbre
In the strait rapidly, the forehead ran into the wall
So in bed, there is a balamutam
Brutally in the body kicks beat where how camels
Spit but do not know saliva
In the shelter where any of our
My interlocutor old over the years pale became
Dictated me about the place text I wrote text
Interrupted so much about people in warm caps
Haval as a diet fairy tale in harder and greedily
Wait I write while you leave the bread pulp
Show what were berries
What world was forms while was normal
Answer what else for May for Tuesdays
Thursday time stretches like those Hungs
Harnesses and worms that knit hands to the interlocutor
Jesters and devils hurt antibiotics
Rootics sewn, jaws clapped by bolts

Why everything was gone somewhere
Tell me the old man
Why is the fate of us
So battled

My interlocutor is the last one who
Saw this life not only through the window
Told that they were outside
Beautiful places not restriction with walls
Pali and this is my taste
In the background, the sun has not seen him for a long time here.
Only lead clouds
It's not when it does not break through
Changing day at night and so in a circle
But do not understand what time the darkness around here
And he said everything told how it was
Until the moment when the land has cooled