Текст песни I.B. - Шаболовская

Tell about an important, whisper
I want you to believe me
No matter who later
I will warm me - my troubles
From your touches
I do not warm the flame
Those who do not appreciate
And hurt the drop on your face to be
Gentle like Sakura leaves
Sweet like a sugar cube
Above earnings, closer than tomorrow
Take a hand
And one more line in the notebook
And we all go there
Where you can fly
Give me from the circle of this
I know how to believe blindly
You know that I cut samples
I give respects Gleb
Missing snot with rap
I love Assai from cracks
When bass from tracks
Roll over the cabin
When Friday and do not wait at home
When I make a new
And how to survive
Sometimes the words are dangerous shots
And I want to write about good and clean
About the shores where we are with you
On the islands of distant and relatives
Where the sea gives breeze
Where wounds are healing quickly
Where you can touch the sky with your fingers
Where is warm in the summer
Where they are preparing the best amorrents in the world
Guys melted
I love to look at the flame
Stone in my pocket did not warmer me
How are you hands
I do not remember your eyes, but I love brown
Want to be with me, so be the mystery
So it will be correct
How much can you wash you from sheets
Change, search, find or let go
You are far away and I'm up to micro two steps
Bro, come to the shabalovka
On my shabby
In the morning sleepy out of the house to the subway
Past the cops in winter in the snow
Summer in greens
Students with Red Devil'om
From whose loud words
Half of fucked
In which never believe
Cigarette smoke city
On exhalations and inhales
At the exits and inputs
Schoolchildren on waste
Like other guys
In soft hoods
I will send all fuck
And put a rack in the ears, hear ..