Текст песни Восьмой - Тариф Безлимит

And I know you're not sleeping at night
Open VKontakte or some stupid chat
Photo on memory or on a photo. dick knows ...
Memory is too dense to leave her.
I still write to you couplets
But none of them did not finish yet properly
It pursues, bending like an investigator
And this song is nothing like its consequences
You're often sad, often leaving to mom
And if not in appearance, he podebov cardboard lamer
Tie tightly in a sheet of iPhone classics
And I still breathe plastic
Good morning! there is not a Giga Vasya
Circles and troughs in the eyes - it's Dima kvass
I do not care Shura, or ACG Sinhayzery
If my verse does not reach into your records

CHORUS
It does not take and does not change
If the memory is stranded because the sky tells us
But our tariff "Unlimited memory"
And we can not fill its palette