Текст песни Дакота - пробки

TRAFFIC JAMS

probki..probki. passers-by crowd
hot. the sun. patches on the skin
Where I am. Who am I. with whom she brings me leto..moskva
probki..probki. yes dust in the window
shorts. sneakers. wet glass
in the ear to loud beats povtore..svodit crazy
backpack port. cigarettes
Mom hardly knows about it
morning on the roof of the night to replace at eight
night. Dad (??) plugs on pause
greedily. cold. and can immediately
I had forgotten that autumn comes

hitrayaaaa
hitrayaaaa
hitrayayaaa
hitrayaaaa

probki..probki. breathe each other
a foreign car in the back in a circle
go and rubbed his feet asking for rain
probki..probki. I choke
the first yellow leaf underfoot
write on a dusty car, "I was here"
head boys-girls
and sestruha music loudly
crows from the fact that at the age I did not give up
I break. I disintegrate
again I am going to pieces
I had forgotten that autumn comes

hitrayaaaa
hitrayaaaa
hitrayayaaa
hitrayaaaa

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