Текст песни Da Gudda Jazz - Минута

Just a minute but so difficult
See the world through the prism of glass boring
It's hard to look at tomorrow morning
As if as a voodoo doll wounded gut

Just a minute but you notes sent to the minor World
It puts an end to a place where a moment ago was a feast
As a vampire you drank the blood leaving to life
I lit a wick and did not want to lie to say
I had time to let the wind all the manuscripts
Rezet clicking sound recording is now hanging
Yes, it is silly to conduct a simple conversation
My word is a cocktail of love and hate
And hate the sight target alas invisible
A minute later, everything is not my business
He broke the lock of the glass than the truth
Explosion is inevitable and it is necessary to stay in place, we would
I believe advertising & quot; All stains can kill & quot;
You summed up our story but I will still hope
You did not change though small currency
But you managed to put an end to a minute!

Just a minute but so difficult
See the world through the prism of glass boring
It's hard to look at tomorrow morning
As if as a voodoo doll wounded gut

One minute
And we played tons
Whether a passing
As if the laughter is replaced by moans
What we're drowning it comes up so you can see it happens
Yes, you can see that and dumb I do not understand what it beckons you
I'm probably blind I do not see the light I do not see the sun's rays
Tell me no reason why we crossed swords
The receiver is silent and you indulge you even echoes
Because we understand in a minute all this bluff to a minimum
Many did not drink but were beaten in the emphasis we
Whether you're fighting half we were in the form of
Your tears were just in the dressing room
All the same one we designed weather
On the banks of a wave of lava Do
Take care of my lava Do
That moment decided
We scatter for miles
Sing me a song that you sang like torture podobotno
I want to believe that there is at least one attempt
You did not change though small currency
But you managed to put an end for the moment

Just a minute but so difficult
See the world through the prism of glass boring
It's hard to look at tomorrow morning
As if as a voodoo doll wounded gut