Текст песни HOMIE - Восемнадцатая осень

Homie

Wine is not finished in the hands, the last cars in the subway
I spend all megabytes on websites and online casinos
Half-empty houses, and you can hardly do it yourself
Read the whole story, our story in nine volumes

Changed houses, we broke the system
And all that was was killed by winter. Now you are not me, and I am no longer me
But there may be hardly anyone left between us
Can one of us forget this story, this story

Chorus x2:
And to whom are the white skies?
Why are your eyes gray
Remind me of the smoke over the river
And I am always with you, I am always with you

I will never forget - do all your friends and fools
They poured water into my ears - burn, bitches, in hell!
Hypocritical bitches, instead of a heart there are worms
They thought to break me, but forgot which of us "madly possible to be the first"

Let's fly to heaven, change addresses
And forget forever eighteen, spring
About the hypocritical bitches, and the fact that there are worms in the heart.
Im not worth the ceiling, now you're all forgiven

Chorus x2:
And to whom are the white skies?
Why are your eyes gray
Remind me of the smoke over the river
And I am always with you, I am always with you