Роман Филиппов - Ну вот и я упал...
текст песни

Oman Filippov


Well, here I did not squeeze

Another body off the road to the ditch

Nobody remained of millions of people

In my fate, although for a moment nearby



who needs decaying hands scabs

And the turn of the head is enough

Don't stop the chairs wet

The wife of the scheduled

her sake



I know God follow you

He will bandage all my wounds

He will write about him and what he did

He will leave with the banal need



Under the conversation about the bustle of eternal

you pour and binge louder

Let's remember those who were oncoming

who is the fusion of this love of damage



I myself decided that it was so easier

Cut the masts among the storms

swim with love with your skinny

I have not added sighted on earth





Then why all these songs are books

dozens of chapters and what is the point

invented in the most part in the toilet

yes executable for vodka



about the faith to argue that to share money

If you want to lose a friend

One thing is clear all of us from the shadow

and go into the shadow as a closure of the circle



And waiting for your boat

On the shore then let's read the name

and you are wrapping for us wave vodka

And we will be forgiven for the fact that we lived