Текст песни Гольф - Рельсы

I climb the stairs in spite of the pain
if donor blood barrels leaving behind
I came down from the track to the platform up only holding up pen
and texts reflect everything that I can see outside the window

I climb the stairs in spite of the pain
if donor blood barrels leaving behind
I came down from the track to the platform up only holding up pen
and texts reflect the full review ....

you hear the sound
imbued with meaning
pierced by shots from the streets
He discolored life
only forward
laying out the text of the words cascade
Ink flowed again resorting to relsopark

keeping in mind
With trembling hands held the rhythm
I do not Exupery but I got to see the world differently
a plus
my words to the seven notes of the game
We began to spin off
like a knife in the back
Ruscha your stereotypical life

salt solution and the blood
pouring on the player again
bumping into each word
you these feelings and did not understand
2 years have passed since I took the pen
2-year forward look
by clicking on the stop
can not stop me

Come into my world. but you will not change
or stay and who was. but the way to get one
I'm your acapellas
in the darkness of black and white
forced to listen to the crowd
if I Agamemnon
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I believe a lot of lost time to just think
and if I will not be free from the streets of silence
you do not become another because even if I set fire to the fuse
he will turn you dust if azbestovaya

I'm cold as ice? you me cooled
like a swarm of bees stinging truth of my words
and I'm not about the quality of the lines. directly into your brain
I bring back that stood for something that moves me as I could

direct truth of the streets
you fool justified
you for joy about bullets
read without knowing the essence
but what you've seen in the stool
tv grille from prison
because I shall answer for the word
You also run under the skirt

Every second word performer and it is not necessary
but will cover your mouth if my track zubodrobitelen
all of your ancestors will close the curtain path killing
spot the shame that will never wash off