Текст песни SZBC - Жизнь между строк

Living between the lines

1 Ryaniy Bro

Tired of all and can throw
If the truth in words, who brings us their
Each letter, syllable values ​​of securities
Lines merged into one butoh written by God
I sit by the window for a couple of stitches Scribbles
On the Cape in this build has not changed handwriting
Wow I did not have one as soon as
Time pours like rain I'm getting older
Eyes killed Butoh did not sleep all night
Blood poured by someone not be able to help me
And give me another day and everything will be okay
We raise three conductive sound on vyshey ball charge
All I need to know is already on
And this life I'm reading between the lines
Days dragged for a week, for the days of the week
Time chooses the truth and then it does not say

2, Jas

And we hold it the mood kind words
And you will understand me to be our base
And stop laughing boys between floors
And desolate areas and because we only twenty
And you were right, Mom in this no sense
But as fuck I'm still rhyme
And so it was and so it will be a life between the lines
We are trying to collect what he saw in a ball
And I will be very good today
After all, I came to the studio and pretoschil for a bag
In that mood and kind words
Under the music and put straight to you
And you sit down at stake dream has nothing to do
Mike read to us because it is easier
From left to right hand to write correctly
Living between the lines and they are not few and Takushi

3, QeY STaCY

The clouds are on the blast furnace snow falls
Spring seems like there is a center began
Deveti story in my circle
This vanity Jam all especially me
My dreams will soon take off, I fly away
Life is a game so let's not play at all
Life is all there who just do not back
On top of the view and see the sky
Like so beautiful but it is not clear at the same time
A man without a face does not speak clearly
Not hunting submit that this is not true
Living between the lines suddenly flies
It becomes your snakes pronstranstvo
Do not have time to turn back and all is
The door is closed forever
It will be too late to dream
Think twice about what to say

Chorus
The birds flew to the top of looked at me
Those to whom it does not matter how to move in. Think twice, thinking his own thoughts. Smoke flies and blocks of where we are with him

The birds flew to the top of looked at me
Those to whom it does not matter how to move in. Think twice, thinking his own thoughts. Smoke flies and blocks of where we are with him