Текст песни MCNK23 x BAIK-ADAM x ДИНАРА HARLEY - МАРШРУТЫ

I picked up the words for a long time
Many wanted, but the pride of my brakes
Apparently we entered into excitement
Do not appreciate the time and again the station will be separated
Again underwater, throws from the edge to the edge
Words will decide yours, told b from hell to paradise
We argue without caps you, your eyes are eternal saved
My shaky world from smell, shoulders with hair

I do not slaughter, but gross
Otherwise do not break your whims
Under the gamut of feelings are angry not tired
But bright more than dull sparks

I do not go out, I'm near, I promise!
You do not worry everything is not a joke
The sky will not hurt us
Glue into one, our routes with you

The sky will cover my palm house
From others, let's run away
I would fill yourself to you
Time little long to life