Текст песни Semmy Colt - Fiesto

A sdes not hello , I Tipo your Nastya
I'm in the fucking mouth misfortune , my positive will not go out
In the streets I thought lost , in a sense,
He remembered everything, just splashing memory
Hey, I changed, he became sly fox
I now do not fuck , and conscience clean
Everything will go down in the flame , and I with a face of stone
I'll go away to look for his fate - Amelie
When I say that the eyes are bloodshot
They do not understand what I just conceals
I'm not one of those who are called lyric gala
I am one of those who in life do not come on
Yes, let 's not right , but in my chest fire