Текст песни Сложные - Теплый дождь

Those who own the word
Ride in the tram for fucking dollar
Look in other people's eyes, looking for something familiar there
This is such a charge, lyrics, old school
Ride trolley buses in the park, we will soon be at home
And everyone deep in itself as anchor at the bottom
It does not matter who you are, we play the gate alone
Ask anyone who penetrates
What does it mean freely know where a special spring
(at night) at night warm rain drip on wet asphalt
In the morning you get up early instead of sleeping
That's yes, golden years
We will keep them in themselves until the star went out
Under this track, I was closing the area
There was no light coins and uncle with a big belly
Let me make a track and you can be about that
Small in wide pants that as a child dressed a hood
We are adjusted
Silently looked at the clock, how these people are waiting at the station
The soul will open all the caches in the way, and while closer to oneself
Dark ohut hides the river
About your district I have a bad poems
Yes Odo plays with fire only stands to let
Soft and main sound
Behind the cool when you again will be here
Will you find it there once
I meet myself a meeting with my brother for a few days
Together probably fate to us
Water as a glass, the song is almost no weight
Go clapped in the corner and write those who own the word
In the tram for fucking dollar
All start from scratch, every day a new solo
I don't know how he is called soon
Close to say Anton, familiar so murov