Текст песни KroK - Палитра настроения

Its head on his shoulders
For myself answer himself
Family and evening tea
Or the blades meet the sword

I was so young and so many thoughts soar in the brain
I am trying to bring them in Morse Morse melt
As long as the club selected posture, choose roses
Your values ​​will sweep away the storm in the cold

Foolishly wasted time space
Finding himself just the same all
Work or trash
Apartment or a cottage
Time to spend stupidly,
is laziness - it is silly,
generation deaf

While you nasvay score, I score a grandmother
While spending and live on their own, you're on Nurse and folders
Know the knowledge foundation piles, until I will wear white sneakers
Never too late, know, and do not drive themselves under a pale frame

Each has its own purpose, rules. Laziness - the sculptor rule our world
It's time for us to reject fear, fell climbs the parabolas
To live not just fuck, and your fate as a couple and it was
Ferry floated ideas veil, leaving the country by ferry to utopia

Its head on his shoulders
For myself answer himself
Family and evening tea
Or the blades meet the sword

The color spectrum of mood
Serious or dream to fly over the structure
Life Palette, prioritization
A couple of liters of liquid or different new clothes dress up