Текст песни Тринадцатое созвездие - Пули

Goes under the ice in the water,
With you at the same time winter
She vystuzhaet weather
When you go to the bottom.

She intercom your buggy
I guess I'm out of place
And answering machine moan
Leave your leave.

Leave hopes
Incoming hanging on the network to the Internet
Thee soapy mail box
It simply does not exist

In the ambush was sitting,
Blindly scribbled on you sms
The phone rings,
I'm flying bullet in milk to the skies

Launched with all the dope
Crazy I'm falling, falling down
There is a bullet - fools, in kind,
I am just one of them.

Flattened with all the dope
Crazy I'm falling down
There is a bullet - fools
I am just one of them.