Текст песни Тимофей Яровиков - Мигрень

Dried from Inea Grass
Under my foot crumbs like money.
On the clock - half two,
And I go on time as along the steps.
And more and more up the smoke crawls,
And all below ashes with cigarettes.
With God, I! Nobody alone!
There are answers, only there are no questions.
Happing cap!
The song warms, it means that frost do not care.
Do not do migraine!
There is no sense from youthful.
And I would be warm plaid,
I would have a girl under a barrel.
If the truth is not -
It's nothing.
Behind my back is a cheese boron.
I was also there, but there was nothing.
I'll climb on the fence now
I will ask people to ask riddles.
Meet Yeremya yes foma,
Consistent with self-made vodka.
What to choose: Suma or prison -
Everything in the world is extinct worm.
Happing cap!
The song warms, it means that frost do not care.
Do not do migraine!
There is no sense from youthful.
And I would be warm plaid,
I would have a girl under a barrel.
If the truth is not -
It's nothing.
My home can be seen ahead.
I will go, as if I did not notice.
Handful of coins - non-ferrous scrap -
In the literal sense I will take it on the wind.
On the clock - half two.
Two inputs - consider themselves.
From migraine net head
By many other people's voices.
Happing cap!
The song warms, it means that frost do not care.
Do not do migraine!
There is no sense from youthful.
And I would be warm plaid,
I would have a girl under a barrel.
If the truth is not -
It's nothing.