Текст песни Hann - Мертвое море feat. S.A.

Verse 1

in the shower as usual and the weather outside is still the same
something is missing shortage in years time
dirty thoughts the soul stained
if from the same packs you

the same desire to be like everyone else
packed cities do you have the goal
endless meetings flashers
Here you have someone at least if you're arrogant. Know it (Beck)

happiness on an opposite and sweeps past
it does not need endless crash was
the right to write not happy
not for the strong prospects for people in the fog

enters into assets friendship archives
where this girl that I was preparing Fate
those who do not look at the pictures and their views
replace me impatient chatter sheep

Verse 2

enter without knocking leave without permission
re-live is not easy. and the dick start to everything
rabies from lack of sleep and dreams in cells
strange people send their greetings

they wind blows I'm talking about people
I do not talk too much and nobody pain
any success is relative. more capital
many fans form the Dead Sea

Do not you know who I am I do not know who you are
you hear only the voices of the most seen pictures
rap songs. by Rommie hann`a
shouts in the background, or the snot about a woman

kopiruesh ask for a new quote
button where rust include head
in the shower as usual and the weather outside is still the same
something is missing shortage in years time

Verse 3

Move over glasses for wine, for a minimum of background Sting
Hand on his back, breathe and we froze
The history of the twenty-fourth died out under the dust of winter
Caution Doors closed soul ..

Distract extraneous sounds, I stopped sleeping at night
After all, you are allowed to love in absentia
Guba is not a fool, and I am against the system borer
Proulx, infusing grandmother in cars and equipment

The same samples, but at Apple
Logic c package Waves - a formula of my rap
And only poetry remains unchanged
Rarity, but not consumer goods

To hell with principles, spit on the scene and contracts
For me it is more important time to disperse hundreds
And to rap my income to the recipients
There was not in the rotation TV, and trailed off into hiding

The world will be better when left without meanness
And I'll start with myself ceasing soul twist
As the forces of music fills the cavity
Fall Again, again C 'est La Vie