Текст песни Иван Силва - Вход воспрещён

Give me a sign? The door is convenient, yes,
But stocks in bulk so. I do not use AXE'om,
That's just the hatchet between us felt,
How and when the pair ran like a closed door registrar.

Going two metro stations two hours of the bus,
Your voice in my head, I put on repeat tired.
Then Four-chamber piece will be a little,
Do not vegan, but my bro herbs served on a platter.

Falling leaves, burning hands.
We fell with her parachute, trails confused -
Not the route flag in the hands of the waving,
The voice fell off from the noise of the oncoming through a solid.

Traumatic brain, look pretty,
Something similar is with you, back into the wild,
Without the shackles of your manicured nails.
No entry for Unauthorised people.
So you do not go to hell for me.

Parade of comets. It is beautiful. But as part of a battleship
Ivan Silva will not work, as if standing under the lamp.
And the light falls on you, followed by a curtain.
My Profile - lyrics, it is necessary from the front. In vain climbed.