Текст песни Вышел покурить - ВОДА

Clean water is unlikely to wash hands with blood
A cold wind envelops our dream again
Fresh air, but why the birds fall
How much do I need to look for. What would you find yourself

Time. Midnight. Dirty thoughts
Poison pills scattered beads
Cassettes and flashbacks of the film in old age
In my pockets empty but I put on start

Increase the dose adds speed
My fingers hit the grinder blades tale
Do not look for me, because I myself have not found
Freedom missing under the gills sit behind bars

Syringes kasnutsya veins. All roads in the hangout
Where coolness disappears under the barrel of a rifle? I was there where I did not find the radar
I where, for every enemy there is a friend

Clean water is unlikely to wash hands with blood
A cold wind envelops our dream again
Fresh air, but why the birds fall
How much do I need to look for. What would you find yourself