Текст песни Ps1h - Мысли под бит...

Again Eliktrechka Road to work
Passed a year as I associated my life with Iron Easter
From station to station at 6 am
House exhausted in the evening
At night cold although there should be summer
The beginning of the new climate and the city as if Heto
And somewhere the world in my opinion somewhere
everything is as usual computer record but no light
Mom Darling for everything I'm sorry
No one knew that your son would be so
Problems because of me I began to come at night
A pair at all I did not come to our source
The same rap is exactly what it is for the words
what an electric train what are the case
Here you need style and rhyme while there is a bit
But the style and rhyme is no longer lit

It's easier for me so I think that and I say
So will be true, I so want to the sea
Listen to the noise of the surrounding waves
Although everything is ahead, but I am blindingly looking into the floor
Streets Savders and Small Bridges
A little romance from the sea Taska
Thoughts put the whiskey whiskey on the table
Thoughts about mom and sister like you and with whom!
Saber Mile Your Brother Roset
You don't notice it and he dries the fire
For good and peace that brings to the house
You like the second mom always next to me
We all unload with you the whole of my accumulated world
Tell me what I have the right to log, you are my idol
Liberate my body from these evil wolves
But I do not care, although no longer a sense


Wounds of the scars whose scars
Hello then and you the second half
Yes, maybe I was a cattle and the meaning now
Change everything in places and dispersed who is right
Wind dispel all myths time will heal the soul
But I treat me not time and thoughts when I write
And myself is a soul hovering on sadness
So tell me the deater or the right way
Today you tell me that I am small and stupid
But mentally understand that I am right here
Smoke cigarettes and alcohol smell
With Monoto, everything is fine, I'm still in a setting
Micro is configured I am writing a guy
I will write while at least one will listen
And if there is no, then I will be
For yourself to turn your world in a pile metal

Friends well yes those who breathe music
They are no longer with me they are only a little cargo
Mistakes yes of course they learn at once
But apparently I do not understand the meaning of our mind
Zuma ... Winter and on Earth Snowflakes
I'm still talking about you afternoon
It remains only to leave and quietly touch
We were good yes. But fragments do not glue ...