Текст песни Сережа Местный ft. Дима Нудный - Ж.З.Л.

yes I started with a new one yes I would start with a clean one too
when death is for surrender when love is in the bargain
when someone writes down your mistakes from the top
when our smiles are at the stake all ashes
we wake up wildly cry and smile cry
tantrums no peak internet click
your intrigues were not going to dry
how long have lived, lived and there you can die
happy ending did not promise to visit us
I asked forgiven to shout and I asked to be silent
asked for sadness, seal and a stigma in the neck
to be bored not to be bored and who loved to sing
your drops in spring we live in April
there are many different people who smoke to whom dumbbells
a lot of different opinions, yours is somehow proud
my days of freedom and 23 years

when you understand that the soul is already somewhere overboard
then it will rain my poems will become an umbrella for me
when you realize that it doesn't smell like money here and then
then it will rain
my poems will become my umbrella

drown in the swamps, your dreams are already in worries
when forecasts in thunderstorms then save prose
your minutes are muse glare tenderness pose
The swamp of love is drowning in life
splash, splash of the illusion of your pseudo-happiness
you promised to be silent without wearing a dress
become a match for me in the UKRF of your embrace
no need to live you dream you damn
you are simple serenity your trait
show everything in silence show me in your eyes
need a pause we need a stop button
there is a storm of 9 balls and under us is a raft
of woven words of hundreds of woven destinies
Let's start swearing at broken dishes
forget not judge, forget not be full
care people dream dream beaten

when you understand that the soul is already somewhere overboard
then it will rain my poems will become an umbrella for me
when you realize that it doesn't smell like money here and then
then it will rain
my poems will become my umbrella

Someone has a place in the morgue for someone on the floor here with a muzzle, everything is not in equal measure; often from the weather, feet ache; someone is trampled into the root for the fact that someone often fucked such a life and quietly muddies the waters; a kiss on the forehead who is dressed in a fashion, but be careful, we like you here are drowning the hawka in the furnace with our respectosik tight theirs can turn a mountain here for their own people and we still share the affairs of plastids together, smokes at the party well, be careful gentlemen and ladies sisters and brothers even garbage in the dress can be soldered for a couple of years hey galuba girl how much the kiss on the lips muddies dima nudnova and we do not need the same weather in the house toshto sang songs in the pile Larisa dolina