Текст песни Aminel - Стреляй

Do not forget about the control
Either you or I
By skull barrel at close range lowers the gate
Or do not come back
So much press on the skull, but not cocked
I feel the smell of gunpowder, you Do you hear my lines smog
Your former seventh eighth one,
I - the eighth and seventh vodka with pepper
And everything is still fresh "corpse bride"
It is still alive heart
Not knocking or beating, tapping
- "Who's your sleep at home"
I knocked out of the gate in the chest and leg draw in the lungs resins
And the altar is the future that is in the past
And I can hardly return here, where needed help
I was hoping for Happy and, but my Happy and only in my hands
I did not take his, I just asked the price that would be a fool not to grab the "marriage"
If you do not understand a brother, but I'm not "on the heels", and on the occasion of
There was once locked in a dream ...
But I did not run away, and stupidly went out
My wick went out ....
The ribs are so sore ...
Most Hold the trigger ...
And shoot me ....