Текст песни Король Лев - Из медово-перцовых сот

From medical and pepper hundred

We do not come up with - we remember.
Give: "The remains of ships of sunken memories",
From medical and pepper cells like uncontrollable mole,
Throwing the source of fortunes.

Miserously need to man
And so much to understand it.
Nastya tomorrow is a new day,
Or fear, how to know? ...

The main thing: "Internal mood",
And you should not lie!
Forgetting about experienced stagnation.

The duet is easy, will hit:
"I'm different. And you're near the days not that ... ".

Do not stop the rotation of the life of the wheel.
Do not prevent the fall of the flawless sheet.

From a hundred, there is a fanatic looking for truth,
Reading in the name of the world - mantra.