Текст песни Nebo7 - Бабочка

Put me on the dash that I disappeared
On the basis of the substances. I would now be
To forget for an hour, torn to pieces.
From happiness. And your part in it.

Youth beats yellow butterfly in me.
What the kids have fun in the locked jar.
Time flies, all the people on the couple,
But here everyone is an avid treason.

Beating and beating on the walls of the vessel.
Not seeing a clear edge.
Thinking "what's going on, bitch"
These words are leaving in the larynx.

Previously, it was not so.
Previously, it was the sky at sunset.
City night and taxis
With friends on the road grip.

It was more time, but little affairs.
But growing up and so broke the wings.
The lamp lights up. There is a plan to conquer the world.
If it will bring on a tray and take proshepchut.
Do not rush to work at eight.
For the idea to lay down his life.
You can stay in my youth as much as seems necessary.