Текст песни Лёша Relative - Want to...

Литры грима, синема. Если мы сильные,
То зачем в падении ты держишься за клинья, а?
Клипсами за руки, клептоман – взял и смыл,
Где же смысл? Все ниже ощущение выси,

Кто был с нами - не тот вообще кто с нами был,
Все просто, сын, но не у каждого здесь разум чист,
На лист ощущения, вообще не я? Отъебись!
На жизненных линиях всегда есть светофор, слышь!

Вернись, мы здесь за размытой гранью,
Братья останутся братьями, во всеобщем понимании
Памяти, не порть планомер,
Надо подниматься выше, когда ты падаешь.

Карты зачастую обманывают, манят,
Есть риск потерять все-все, что кажется неправильным,
Мы не оставим, нет, отстаивая интерес,
Главное – взвесь прочный бетон и легкий асбест.

We all want to know. We all want to slow down
Bus, that rides in a wrong row.
Black hole, rotten souls, just get closer, so, so, so…
We all want to know. We all want to slow down
Bus, that rides in a wrong row.
Black hole, empty souls, you’re not over, so, so, so…So, what, hoe?

Килограммы минут в капельницу, плавят мост,
Жгут в пламени, люди после примут раскаяние,
Но уже сквозь расстояния, биться головой о камень,
В отчаянии лишь находя понимание.

Перекресток, такой есть у каждого,
Но кто идет на зов, а кто – на жажду,
Не оступиться важно, выбрав точно,
Не как бы начать, а как и с кем закончить… Поставить точку.

We all want to know. We all want to slow down
Bus, that rides in a wrong row.
Black hole, rotten souls, just get closer, so, so, so…
We all want to know. We all want to slow down
Bus, that rides in a wrong row.
Black hole, empty souls, you’re not over, so, so, so… So, what?

Lithers of makeup, blue. If we are strong,
Then why do you hold on to the wedge in the fall, huh?
Clips by hands, kleptomana - took and washed away,
Where is the meaning? The sensation of the height is lower than the sensation

Who was with us is not who was with us at all,
Everything is simple, son, but not everyone here has a clean mind,
On a sheet of sensation, not me at all? Get out!
There is always a traffic light on life lines, hear!

Come back, we are here for a blurry line,
The brothers will remain brothers, in universal sense
Memory, do not port on a planninger,
We must rise higher when you fall.

Cards often deceive, attract,
There is a risk of losing everything, which seems wrong,
We will not leave, no, defending interest,
The main thing is the suspension of durable concrete and light asbestos.

We All Want to Know. We All Want to Slow Down
Bus, That Rides in a Wrong Row.
Black Hole, Rotten Souls, Just Get Closer, So, So, So ...
We All Want to Know. We All Want to Slow Down
Bus, That Rides in a Wrong Row.
Black Hole, Empty Souls, You’re Not over, So, so, so ... so, What, Hoe?

Kilograms of minutes in a dropper, they melt the bridge,
Burning in flame, people after will accept repentance,
But already through the distances, beat your head on a stone,
In despair, only finding understanding.

The intersection, everyone has this,
But who goes to the call, and who is thirsty,
It is important not to stumble, choosing exactly
Not how to start, but how and with whom to finish ... put an end to.

We All Want to Know. We All Want to Slow Down
Bus, That Rides in a Wrong Row.
Black Hole, Rotten Souls, Just Get Closer, So, So, So ...
We All Want to Know. We All Want to Slow Down
Bus, That Rides in a Wrong Row.
Black Hole, Empty Souls, You’re Not over, So, so, so ... so, What?