Текст песни Эсчевский х ZMCah9 prod. - Рекламщик

It feels like I'm not mine
Caught, snatched from those in whom he was sure more often
And to be honest, now I’m not enough words
And I loved, but only once was for real

They come back as one, all aware of guilt
while I am shaking from this, I will become better
I'll be back home a little later, maybe two
And I’ll write to you how mercilessly chokes here

The sky is covered with clouds resembling snow
On a cold morning, somewhere closer to rainy spring
Again bearded with a little replenished
It’s more difficult that I miss all the more about you

and there are so many traitors or something
I gnaw my elbows, I did not believe that this was happening
Everyone has their own, someone is singing, someone is a traitor
that's enough for me, the feeling of wine on a clean tablecloth

And all the mood in the urn
in the eyes ripples inconstancy of fake dolls
I went and thought that everything could not be so serious
Only now I understand how much you are my air

it was just as simple as saying that god be with her
close everyone’s mouth if anyone stutters
On feelings of kindred you listen to them only for less
Having knocked out pawns so seriously and truly breaks

Offended by something, but kind to decency
I would walk through their faces even though I know personally
And so everything is cool and there was nothing to expect
everything is very cool, but it’s not healed that way

from your fashionable scratches your paja won't get any better
I wind it up so that the handles drop
And if it doesn’t chew, then I’m not enough all the time
I don’t remember so many people for nothing