Текст песни Loc-Dog - ..люди меняют мечты.. Люди с Холодными Сердцами.

LocDog:

Roll spinners, we lay a car
In the most beautiful places in Moscow
Beauty in evening gowns drew back
Pulse-plus is a gram of cocaine in them
As one of them, I should be insensible
To know that the books of new authors - bad taste
City turns, and you have to survive
Clearly vylizany glamor dvizhek
Can explode from the inside
Two hundred bucks for a bag
We drove producer brains forever
Kids gold households throw money down the drain
On depression of the girls find a window
Little confused by the fact that all were in school
Spinning wheels
A little thought on the road I do not hurt
Your Masha person too, are not breaking off purchases

Chorus:
People change their dreams on white snow
Warm summer on a cold weekday in his sleep
People change their dreams on white snow
Warm summer on a cold weekday in his sleep

D. Masty:

White white as five hundredth gelding stele
On the roads that roll out through money
Divide, divide (divide, divide)
The snow is falling, but we do not remember what week
People change their dreams on white snow
but it will give you an answer
On what you said earlier & quot; No & quot;
And your major kent
I bought a cold weekday in his sleep
People change their dreams, and soon you have to change
Remember what he said as against drugs was
Cats tails between their legs, hunting, gray dogs
People change their dreams, then we'll meet

Chorus:
People change their dreams on white snow
Warm summer on a cold weekday in his sleep
People change their dreams on white snow
Warm summer on a cold weekday in his sleep

Phil:

Look at both. You see out of a snowdrift
Gently smooth out line ёba
From the cradle to the grave
We are prisoners of their own phobias
And their own desires
Turning a hobby into a business, but what happens
Few take seriously
Muti is too late
You know
as crystal clear air your lungs
It would keep the frost
If problems with the law for those who powders his nose
People in gray put price to address
Just a few dead presidents
And between us
People with cold heart
All measured until the end of bucks (cash ...)
Hoping to stay afloat
No, every year the river freeze to the bottom
Then spring, and all over again ...

by Alexander Kazakov Dante Sorel