Текст песни 7раса - На качелях

We flew to hell with clouds at high speed
I knew what would happen in the fall:
The eyes and my hair vytsvetut,
And your - will be black with gray.
How painful throat is compressed in the fall.
What a pity, but I razuchislya cry.
I do not know all the words to express.
... Fell Fell whole body in the autumn slush.

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On the swing...
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Calculations computers were not true,
The fires burned red and yellow last summer,
I cough your windows knocked in the room,
Yes, I became superstitious, I guess.
And people continue to believe in holidays,
For the bread crumbs are not seeing more.
The gravestone inscriptions so little ...
Not a real pity. Sorry ilyuzornogo ...

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On the swing...
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On the swing...
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On the swing...
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On the swing...
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On the swing...