Текст песни Nastra, Needow - Crime River

You have nothing to lose, hey, peat in dust
All hangover fantasies, game fortune in hide and seek
Wants to show me a fairy tale, and not
Fly on lights blind moths
The devil pulls the blanket to the bottom
The devil wants Prada, wants to fall on the table
Right without fake and stretched words
I stupidly keep silent - it is more honest
The most native of others or someone else
Almost on cipher my dust
Hey, you didn't fall my weekdays, I'm getting burned
All in a blue flame burns - it is not to restore
All your numbers could just take and enter
See happy soils in the kitchen and movies
The devil he pulls for a blanket, changing moves
Fun in a glass of tequila, all your principles thread
OK, Urban clear in the morning
Two drops of pearl on the day
We are vinyl, he sits on the needle
I smoke, but not a corner
This is my Mary Jane, Baby

In the morning clear urban
Remind me again
Where are my dreams now?
On the pool inscription "No Love"
But we are not in war
Wings burn already

CRIME RIVER.
CRIME RIVER.
CRIME RIVER.
CRIME RIVER.