Текст песни Мезза - Стиль улиц

Water pours everything in the bathroom,
When he drunk?
The taste of iron in the nostrils,
Lying broken bones.
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Maybe it would be better
But not today.
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Today, in the opinion of the ceiling.
Thoughts just below my, what the hell.
In the eyes of the windows and all its life.
Gen? The two of us, we grab knives.
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Maybe it would be better
But not today.
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My pocket full of voids and seams
Dispel my vacuum alas.
Leisya same voice at the heart of the fire,
And brand that will not sweat.
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Maybe it will not, will not be better.
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Maybe today will tear your pocket.
Heart and voice will die there,
Where is their water zapet my fear,
Where I understand that the mind is hell.

Eyes tell others about the knives.
The smell of iron, the smell of blood.
Memory forget you have a life.
Languages ​​can remember in the midst of deception.
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What is there to me. Where?
What is there to me, Where?
I will be better!