Текст песни Sky's The Limit - Компас

Too much salt
Too little moisture
You do not touch
I impregnated with poison
Too little paint
I'm not too bright
Not to get in the blood
touching lipstick

Pr- in : But two thousand rails go after the resurrection
You do not know that this keeps the volume Esenina
And we 're going to smell back to our roots
From the north- west ... southeast

Let all be forgotten
Kruzhatsya thoughts
drip
On the floor
Thoughts whirl
And the ceiling
All have forgotten

Above us with a whistle
Flying boomerangs
They were not hit by a plane
We will not leave alone
We will not leave