Текст песни HOMIE ft Mainstream One - Открытый космос

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I will not forget the length of your eyelashes.
London sky will dream.
Beds hotels, drunk faces,
Waves from the buzz and walls of the hospital ...

Extra words flow on granite.
Smiling widely, heading head.
There is such a sky, you have not seen this.
Do you wanna take a look? Take a sample!

There are such stars! I talked to them.
There is open space, and there is no rules.
There is all color, and no one shouts.
And to worry about anything there is no reason.

There baby dreams are embodied in reality.
They did not judge you, they did not dig in you.
Blue puddles - reflection of heaven.
Do not be afraid! They are already here ...

Chorus:
Flew into open space!
Want with me? Then keep your hand!
And we will not be more prickly roses.
We will become daisies, let it stupid.

Flew into open space!
Want with me? Then keep your hand!
And we will not be more prickly roses.
We will become daisies, let it stupid.

Summer rain from non-seamites
Disasters in you a fire flame.
I will come to you through kilometers
Behind the stars still leaving.

I'm flying, rushing to the meeting:
Your house, closer to the sun.
Going on your Milky
Avoiding cosmic rules.

Dad-Jupiter. Mom - Venus.
I enter the atmosphere past Mars -
In you ... and burns on parts of the planet.

Dad-Jupiter. Mom - Venus.
I enter the atmosphere past Mars -
In you ... and burns on parts of the planet.

And let all dreams of the goodwires be cungned.
We are thoroughly closed to the top
While the pulse is trembling. The stars foreshadowed to be the best
In the dead desert to protect others.

And believe that not just so our house is waiting for us
We are so, here, as the heavens were not waiting for us there.
Stay ... I want to forgive life
But my fanfaz is looking for a reason only to sink.
And I suffer it.

My outdoor space in the doorway
The precipitate of tartacious taste in the mouth of whiskey and Mendal.
And I'm open here more than, but you do not have enough hearts to realize
That we have no longer limit, in our little galaxy.

And I just want more storm, more kayfa!
And all that is more than the norm.
Approom ... We need a bad pretext.
Two nuts united body in a movie.

Chorus:
Flew into open space!
Want with me? Then keep your hand!
And we will not be more prickly roses.
We will become daisies, let it stupid.

Flew into open space!
Want with me? Then keep your hand!
And we will not be more prickly roses.
We will become daisies, let it stupid.