Текст песни STIVN - В ОСАДКАХ

Look, I'm in precipitation
Not the first, not sweet.
No faith, but the veins are okay
Evening in bed
I have nothing to spend
And eternal offline
After all, there is nothing to give them.
Is it Prank? What?
Whether hail, or marriage.
Either - springboard
Flying -K him
Until the will of unfuln
And since no one
I am my brother myself. I'm not alone
This is pain and wines under wine
Total from the eternal icons
As a LED
I'm sorrow from all idiom
Every day as a lesson
But there are no faithful roads
Or jack on tarot
Or a greedy freak.
If you are not ready
Then passport in the astral
Let's the will on the table.
And to hell home.
So every clearance takes
But snot into the bag
And your question is resolved.
How before, on foot
Under clubs and schools
How stupid did not go, without chicks and knives.
Here's life - exam
Sometimes there would be any vassabi.
We did not pass this course without Absadin,
Blizzards, rain see everything yourself