Текст песни ТамПлиеР - В Блокнот

I urgently need fresh air
On the way out with these stuffy rooms
Through the windows, through the years
Inhale, exhale on - youth.
What the hell I was constantly eating sadness, huh?
I urgently needed a dope, in pure form
What would all that he saw in the paper to remember.
Do not break the thin thread,
What leads to creativity
The third month in a single line,
Instead of handwriting - dashes.
The numbers lead to impotence, shoulders pressed debts
With the last game did not come out unscathed
But full of light smoke
And harmful shit could quit
Thanks to the power of the spirit for it, thank you and bratuha
Rest in peace, we will remember you, young
I try to visit more often, the route leads out of town
In the hands of a pair cloves, adios Sodom and Gomorrah.

I forget how to breathe, I do not have enough air
But is not the time to put pressure on the pity
I close by and all the writing in the notebook
What cue will store up to old age.

I forget how to breathe, I do not have enough air
But is not the time to put pressure on the pity
I close by and all the writing in the notebook
What cue will store up to old age.