Текст песни CORVINIUS - Не спалиться

fuck I feel sorry for the candles that pass the time
on such a deep evening, something moves a shadow
and all the gray masses pick up speed
in someone plays pride under the impulse of meanness

ice melts cavities motives of youth
as a defensive style hour of heroic valor
time to get up and leave time puts the ways
or at a crossroads we ourselves do not find the essence

time like bitches throughout the day
Banks loans flies like shit
movements ringing somewhere in the third ear
behind that yard, a couple in love are going through separation

after ash they missed the letter in front of the gamer
arm in arm at the hour when the knocking stopped
rap sounds tiny crackling sounds
the fresco in the icon is here the smell of a fresh forest

eating pizza the main thing is not to burn
when we sleep in the capital we drink khortitsa hotel
where is the birthday boy with the birthday boy
the topic is not a bird, do not use, otherwise slipnets

sunset behind the wall on tv football
but I'm alone with the booze empty the table
how the brother left you behind is nobody's fault
and there are many to blame but no one to tell

open your heart you know sprinkle with pepper
sprinkle with salt so that a little pain
until the third plays sad sadness
my blood flows in my veins before the icon

at stake we save up with squabbles of dark papers copies
in the period before and after we pierce with spears
flakes falling snow doesn’t find ground
settling in souls by deeds of ruining the body

I'm not brave at all in life
I grew up in lies, learning the same way in life lessons
build a house first lay the foundation
otherwise it will fill up like a hurricane so a tsunami

gnawing with my teeth the time left for me
putting a glass on the table setting fire to the flame
remembering the noise in the company, some traps
and dripping hot on the floor a memory

demolishing buildings inside my ego
as a constructor lego white masses of snow
tag topics mikela telo nose song
and it's fashionable in nature and it's real business

and this is a fairy tale, everything is so affectionate
and it's safe not to gouge your eyes out here
even a spare tire is not in vain
in the story that is not made to order

but my kamaz is racing in the wind somewhere
my summer may be racing somewhere
maybe these kilometers yes on tickets
for the audience happy to see me in the next world

in a dim time and even not believing
closed the doors unfaithful people and maybe animals
brother will tell you what's next, guest listen
and I go where sushi is not considered tasty