Текст песни bp broth. ft кёрт - время слабых ненавидит

Chorus: each goes his own way
expensive or cheap and short and long just to find yourself
Forget about thoughts on time to listen to my line and the legs themselves lead you to where the star
Step on the gas because while weak hates you yourself understand what you want where waiting for a dream and happiness for me is that no one sees it closer silence is the best medicine

I feel bad when I am ready to share with you the silence cuts veins
thought of
dreams spoken words and incomprehensible actions
to be honest because I will answer you the same
return to the winter, return it to the beginning of May, the price of freedom at a time when everything melts
I am a lone wolf hands if chained am alone and it is inevitable
I'm your doctor and killer music caress a strange pain to change my life longing painfully sad and it's either you or I, and we just have not told until deliberation
cigarette smoke all the old coffee
leave or change it is my right but I like to sit quietly on the roof of his house to get stuck skyscrapers, clouds, regions

Chorus: each goes his own way
expensive or cheap and short and long just to find yourself
Forget about thoughts on time to listen to my line and the legs themselves lead you to where the star
Step on the gas because while weak hates you yourself understand what you want where waiting for a dream and happiness for me is that no one sees it closer silence is the best medicine

emptiness around me, a sense of art yes
people are wearing masks and paint the sun is diffused longing
I'm your doctor and killer music Caress
at least in a dream for me there is only wolf grin
I like the morning to the evening filled with sand feet in the grip of pain occurs in the vicinity of the temple
micro in hand, I bided but people throw glances hurt more than all the armies in the world
Yes, and let me not break a word for a bitingly I grew up in the truth
here it is in the form of the germ
you're fighting for the wretched of the earth and in the form of a piece of his friend's death whisper zdohnet let
but I'm not one of those bullshit fuck bear in the eye
that by waiting for you words of love and hour of truth
and if I leave earlier than anticipated, I still hope that this does not happen tomorrow

Chorus: each goes his own way
expensive or cheap and short and long just to find yourself
Forget about thoughts on time to listen to my line and the legs themselves lead you to where the star
Step on the gas because while weak hates you yourself understand what you want where waiting for a dream and happiness for me is that no one sees it closer silence is the best medicine