Текст песни пра киллаграм - рано или поздно

All the same to me sooner or later have to leave,
At the tomb of flowers, tears from relatives,
Who will stay in the memory of people close
Or simply bystanders or someone on your hard drive.
Life-UTB eskiza fucking
Kayf- UTB vise, and there we zazhuchat
And let the clouds are gathering over my head
I say that it is necessary - I can read lips
The sky is crying, sometimes I hold all in itself
Paper suffers and I often take it out on her
I have not forgotten about God almost forgot about the other
I forgot about those females that previously held by the hand
Go have but do not know exactly silence
I did not prepare myself the way for a fat point
While hildren lines on pieces of paper and slips
Someone gets to the heart is very touching.

with financial manipulation will never run out
We all live but are waiting for their turn
Life UTB flight but we are fighting to smithereens
Nothing is to be left to escape.

with financial manipulation will never run out
We all live but are waiting for their turn
Life UTB flight but we are fighting to smithereens
Nothing is to be left to escape.

I live on the top etim not the sword
Maps are not labeled unexplored trails
I dive headlong into the thick of all ETU
But I believe in what will then be much better
Do not wait for me for dinner, I will in the morning
Bristle two week with the state of turbid
I did not want to work and do not work
God grant that my music all gave flight
I'm not chasing fame she found me
Among the concrete and dust, plants and buildings
As I write in a state of increasing
Let divide the distance, but I'm with you
I hope not burn fast I have to stay here
Bring rustling and to hang
Life sometimes we springy like a trampoline
And I try not to curve, as there were no sour.

                        Black Valery