Текст песни BroSteeL - Колыбель для обывателя

Cradle for the layman

Boats on the water
Whores on dick

Everything has its place and gentlemen, everything has its place.

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Sea sparks forgotten symphony.
We were told yesterday the captain,
The event, which he remembered forever.
Vomit memory, and again absorbed ...
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We are the eternal inhabitants of the sea
Though age look like.
In the depths of the underwater
But hardly anyone is sick.
So much as we do.
A salt as a toxin in there
It lives, lives,
Do not leave it.
With her attraction response
We are destined to burn.

And why do we need it?
Land?
Ha, listen:
Who needs the land?

Like attracts like.
I'm a man, and the land is not in me.
Maximum I in the ground at the bottom is better.
What someone in the grave under the windows.

I play poker with the sharks,
Put life, they put teeth.
My guardian angel stooping.
He would have to retire, although age is not tapped.

But it would be hard, so that the work
The work is not dusty, work solo.
After all, the sea of ​​dust I have not seen.
Though the sea seen from the suburbs to the outskirts.
It was something special for me.
We are in prison and the sea separated.

The life of a pawnshop and I water the owner ...

Alarm - Houdini destroyed my world
I wake up in a cold apartment
Boots prosoni Go Creams
Oppositely, on land opposite.

As to swim, but apparently I was not the destiny.
The doctor said that I was too late to treat
The smell of the sea, I did not know in his life.
Though I dream about him the bone marrow.

Levels completed:
Boss - hydrophobia ...