Текст песни Balabas - - Падение монет

Monday I loafer
in pocket I feel rustling
I understand could be without them
terse verse

nor is the fate, a different rhythm
I accept algaritm battle
in the premises of the head killed
with doors closed

we're even there
stupidity or gift
bad luck, luck
someone from childhood

Enlightenment is given a halo
who is behind
prepare packs fierce injuries
decoctions of herbs, atravy temper

mentality is not the same and you know it
wrong, he knocks loudly
the bones so as scrap
it is very painful, collecting

seals fucked with dissatisfied
about love song Sing me better
because you so calm
feel freer

comparable to the underworld
I thought walking on water
but you're already under it
genuine fear, so even more fun

         
the moment of falling coins
when I went to bed and turned off the lights
when the trunk is closed and open map
when you fuck and then thirst for truth

the moment of falling coins
when I went to bed and turned off the lights
when the trunk is closed
and open the card when you fuck
hours sail tomorrow and Monday

pamni road on the table, vtuhaya
kneading memory soaring
spontaneous burning smell of burnt
no one recipe that you should insert

Happy End dense or hard scenario
Redials silence, metal skrezhit
ax if it's all the support
who you asked torch in hand

boils reel! mountains are not turned not promise
lumpy first, but damn, toning
30 in the car five gorillas who you asked
resume in an envelope enclosed

who risked champagne drank
with a mixture of pent-releasing smoke
someone asked you before the end of
play forward on the bed, only three intermission

No warnings, just put
before the fact in the wrong run tomorrow
your head eats like Pakmen

the moment of falling coins
when I went to bed and turned off the lights
when the trunk is closed and open map
when you fuck and then thirst for truth

the moment of falling coins
when I went to bed and turned off the lights
when the trunk is closed
and open the card when you fuck
hours sail tomorrow and Monday