Текст песни Никита KLIM - Канатоходцы

We die when the pint runs out
I will scream if the bandages are soaked
The battle turned scarlet
Kissed the soul under the beat

And who are you? why call me on purpose
Epigraph. there is a point after you
Go on ... th, this is not a show-off, but a fan thread
That she wrapped around my neck

Kadik pressed into tandem with those who believed in me
Arrows stood against the glands
And so we roll on the knurled one
Not to know how it will be

Dragging, what mercy, cunt to us
Remains of sand palaces, debris in our eyes
The tightrope walkers fell on their backs
The tightrope walkers fell to death

Someone's destiny to be sucked into the propeller
Waste time, in boilers with boiling water
To persistently screw up death and believe in victory
And no matter how vain it was, the branch effect

Will take over you anyway anyway
The pale sky either shines or thunders and cries
Either it has already gone out, or the sun is just rising over the horizon
To replace the moon

Knock-knock, another who's ready to listen to bullshit
I searched for a long time, but I want to kick in the ass
This potion that heals like iodine
And puts us to bed by helicopter

As fuck and in the head, here it is - the required quota
Someone has a rise and again
Invisible flight over houses
Captivated the tightrope walkers that fell down