Текст песни ВЫСОТА - По Дымим

Bad truth is at all,
and it should be what the score ..
My sense - the laughter, and he was destined to kill me.
I just want to pick up and fly, but flight is not long call it felts 09 05
And at least take a couple of grams, I will feel better,
looking to the sky
Again all padik in smoke on the windowsill
leaky bottles, this is not a campaign padik smoking room
but the bitter cold in the winter, it is necessary where the clog
 forget the problems with new themes to wake up
what we like, and what will we do
and this is our private matter
Calls to 05 or 09. The way the world of its own, I try not to describe,
I just do not understand let all thoughts in a notebook outsource
I quietly wake up from sleep and
Our game is dangerous,
night silence and the sweet smoke at the window