Текст песни Макс ИвАнов - Родная речь

Native speech

Slice of the moon left September
Smelling cold from water
And I would give me a day at least without nonsense
And so night as night
Without verbalia and nonsense
But the dark was the dark
Locking the shapes from the table, crawled the conversation

Crawled like a black snake
In the night an invisible eye
But poisonous speech and I exploded immediately

Do not save
Native speech sounds in the night
Beats, beats and torments

Passed past past
The past will destroy everything very quickly
But the show has renounced reservation
But a lot of gasoline and the fire canister fly

Do not save
Native speech sounds in the night
Beats, beats and torments

I want to take care of your native speech
Your native, we are interested in
Tired flow
I decided to burn
Climbed into the oven
Pulled the sword
Pulled the sword
And it became sch
Native speech
Native speech
We like naked and our heads flew from shoulders

In the apartment as in the walls of prison
Conversation crawls in a circle
We are in different rooms and we call each other
We call each other
We call each other
We call each other
We call each other
We call each other
We call each other
We call each other
We call each other
We call each other
We call each other
We call
Slice of the moon left September
Slice of the moon left September
Slice of the moon left September