Текст песни Ваня Айван - Тяжесть неба

the severity of the sky presses, trouble
on bent, blue when
partially walks briskly, encouraging
that there is no grand obninsk
I left once right outside the door
nicotine snorts heart
jumping lard - passer legs
dripped rain, puddles. Oh my God
kakzhe, how everything is good
past the trees in the style of Bilzho
(B) oh felt all around
and the ridge lifeline
in the form of a ring in the form of nail
painted, but it daub
sky succumbed hmurenkih paints
Mystic-style masks stolen

sky
daily burden
the day will come and I'll throw

slip out of the sky pale palms
I can not throw, but can not break
now trschiny all over body
from the very heels, until the Globe
All this is actually a fiction
only suffers, for example, diction
only suffers what is outside
Thanks to those who jacket otutyuzhival