Текст песни kavabanga Depo kolibri - Мой космос подает на землюПросмотров: 57 0 чел. считают текст песни верным 0 чел. считают текст песни неверным Тут находится текст песни kavabanga Depo kolibri - Мой космос подает на землю, а также перевод, видео и клип. Шесть минут... На заключительный аккорд... Six minutes ... On the final ACORD ... These notes have slipped ... What is shameful ... What in the world is unlikely to score as many ... So many minor ... As in my songs ... And if we get sick this city ... That five minutes from the balcony ... ... body on the flight line ... I wire conductor of heat and warm ... But ... It's not ... When the temperature is under 42 ... .. . You are a fool ... .. After 240 seconds, no one will remember what I had in mind ... Though I've done so much noise ... Ambulance rushes at full speed on asphalt ... I beg you not to cry, if you collect forces will not suffice. Happiness .. Three minutes ... this moment ... is choking accident - not random ... Surround me with these crowds, play up everything You do not paint ... Tears ... Do not try ... Even .. . NOT worth it ... Sixty seconds ... The seventh floor ... to tears of delight ... One small step ... Smile ... Just ... These songs are so many games ... Before the eyes of the minor lives. .. in the final chords ... my space ... fall to the ground ... will become someone else's game ... Let's for a moment assume that sooner or later ... The completeness of the senses - become void shards ... again not surrender ... How much in me the heat was spent ... Tucked away in the void ... eyes ... Legs, accustomed to the station are sworn ... that tied again ... But right there ... Jump, deprived ... mind, Shock, Temple ... Throw parachute ... During your bed ... ... feeling ... Ozhёg confusing Out ... to nowhere ... I will not forget, not forgive, never. .. Do not let the occasion to take off ... Blindness ... ... View Full of changes not shake. Time drives only in new captive ... The seventh floor, height ... One moment ... All that is created for the hearts below the knees ... Sixty seconds ... Hardly posts zasekut ... like a madman ... flies out window. City. Played us his tone Tone ... minor ... In the final chords |