Текст песни P.R.inc - Семь бед

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You do not hide your moments not happiness
You do not understand about who will not become
Are you dangerous to your dreams in error
Lose the main purpose of your understanding of the goal
Brother now you are far
Guitar in hands without you is no longer
You know the strings lose their way
Probably there are feelings when they play not in pop
Your first trouble is probably gone
No longer that brandy is not the muse
No longer those verses no longer
After all, before everything was not as I remember right now
Home Alley yes even whose home
The main thing you are the main thing that we are together
There was Moscow and I miss you
Our guitars are no longer in unison

Wrap, let's remember us
There behind meters memories hour
Wrap me here I'm near brother
Behind was your Moscow

The second trouble is that there is no work
Sit on my mother's neck only solid troubles
Well, without us with you now and our city is empty
No one will hear the boombox from our mouth
White wallpaper black dishes
Colls of people came to us
asking us who we and where
And we answered our Rudne
Guys from the Area Conventional Guys
We admired now all this in the past
No one will ask you to join you
Third trouble is our small town
Which we called us which climbs into the throat
Which we exploded with you together
What a pity that our guitars are no longer in unison

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The sun shines brightly
Over the head of the sky to people is hot
Now words are empty
But better silence
Minor chords in the shower so slices

The continuation of these troubles here and the fourth went
Neither a string of a continuous emptiness
The height of the height of your voids from your notes
Going to the depths of Moscow such is your total
Crossing through the threshold of lines as a whole year
The term does not beat in the right stop so it means
You sent the fifth trouble on my forehead
Puzzle where to stay lasting the whole year
But you gathered everything in a bunch of thought
I went there everything rethinking
But your notes have become the same as mine
There are no harmony in them only the sound of silence

Brother I hope you will not forget
I hope my dream you don't miss
I hope you take the guitar in hand
And about me like me about you, the track will muddle
The trouble at the number of the sixth passed on us two
Timb fraternal feelings But they remained strong
Kilometers not a hindrance for us with you
The most important thing here in the heart of the brotherly lives love
The seventh trouble loss of the muse and dick with her
The main thing is that not dipressing a couple with sadness
All these seven troubles on them one answer
Brother - brother brother
Brother, give you hello