Текст песни Marul - будние дни

Weekdays on nerves tanks
That's why the plan smokes
Boshki knit the sky Our limit
And this music in the ears in which our library
Khmelin in the times of the gods daris
Let him catch him full of me
Let him catch him up to the bottom of me
And do not need me to learn how to live
Love not abandoned these vyria
With a small magic of the fact that under the ban
And not on the surface lies
And this is the future bright
What do you dictate me
And I'm so sure about
What it will be darker
Than what you draw tired
Policy Challenge Promises and Country
It is not true
I am advised to live like that how do you want
But this is not life and bitch slavery
In stupid greedy sharpeners
This is a fact that I am in my hand with Mike as a blast man
This track as a terrorist attack lift the middle thumb up!