Текст песни Den mc - хочу улететь

salam half all areas and courtyards
calf and kid villages and towns
all familiar shores where there were or there
where they dragged by cops but there were names
namenyat piled zero imotsii and serving Kotz
the sun's rays in the well on the ocean floor instead of fucking
swamps catch argument is never too late
my tears, my grief someone sorry
displays of heat clamped chance
fly instead of fumbling pockets meet
at full speed a tailwind
and shove a rocket to the package in m
on the floor marks of yesterday's ladies
baldet us for a long time I'm waiting for
Does he answer who do not live in this world

someone who is not a crab hand Tenu
longer time even scratched his fists
Well, you count up or nickel in hand
so the rapid river on the cheek of a trace of lipstick
all is well and there where I did not go
under kapyushenom my world is not a show
This game is like the wind burns the soul
only to lead is not left on the body of the seam
Smoke in the clouds but still go to the world
himself from a distance but did not throw his
all navernika no accident picture
and ways are not what would have been a pitchfork
where I would not bring threw bridges
fuck the posts you know me
tight tails rules are simple
that would not be cool because you can not guess

salam half all areas and courtyards
calf and kid villages and towns
all familiar shores where there were or there
where they dragged by cops but there were names
namenyat piled zero imotsii and serving Kotz
the sun's rays in the well on the ocean floor instead of fucking
swamps catch argument is never too late
my tears, my grief someone sorry
displays of heat clamped chance
fly instead of fumbling pockets meet
at full speed a tailwind
and shove a rocket to the package in m
on the floor marks of yesterday's ladies
baldet us for a long time I'm waiting for
Does he answer who do not live in this world

someone who is not a crab hand Tenu
longer time even scratched his fists
Well, you count up or nickel in hand
so the rapid river on the cheek of a trace of lipstick
all is well and there where I did not go
under kapyushenom my world is not a show
This game is like the wind burns the soul
only to lead is not left on the body of the seam
Smoke in the clouds but still go to the world
himself from a distance but did not throw his
all navernika no accident picture
and ways are not what would have been a pitchfork
where I would not bring threw bridges
fuck the posts you know me
tight tails rules are simple
that would not be cool because you can not guess

I want to fly away just like that without any problems
far is not easy but it is necessary, I know Mom
It is the world to me and I do not spiked with poison
I shaval a little help