Текст песни Копюшон - аутро. минус

not broken on the track I remain on the ground
crosses became on rails towards summer
here the hood is my sky and a bit fucked up hearing
but I'm alive at this time feeding myself from my own hands
crossed out everything here I’m waiting for the dime in June
one plus nine there will be
it will be hot and flies
between the windows of their belly you will not find trousers here
because I'm on shorts scabs feet dirty in the way
it's not trendy and cabbage soup here I scratched the skin
these are thoughts in the album you just need to listen to them
in the middle of the night those pools where it is not air to heat
Eugene takes a breath so as not to die again
in the summer snow will fall but not with the mouth but with the ears
you pick my crop and don't let him gag
how cranial humus the wind will sit in those sledges
and it will drive far, and here I am biting my nails
go out and forget go out like a bullet whistling
for the sake of a moment of happiness, to know that I wrote something
distribute there are snot braz he has no money
but there is a bench and darkness is our memory and shadow
sleeping chelyaba native sitting under a lantern guy
the field is called scarlet and that guy is reading
initials fate face scars and rustling
have a smoke a hood got up and went on
far shadow and thoughts life is more than letters
and these are sad songs of the happiest life
tart nights and sky more than letters
and these are sad songs of the happiest life