Копюшон Ноу Мо - Я не пустой
текст песни

[Coupling]
This is some year, I became strange, my snow does not melt
No longer feel people will fall out, everything is absorbed
And my Ministry of Health Life, I Hiding Hiding in Luke Jackets
I take a step, tight flow, loying boiling water on the corner

I am macaroni in a dish, like a microphone loves lips
My microworld, my soul, overflowing the bullet
I became the poster of my days, the glue poster into orbits
Current autographs of those days, fuck your fashionable toggle switch

Mr. There is no Balahon, Mr. - in the pockets empty
Mr. blows the whole brain, remove the hands with the pulse
I will put my bridge from places where people rules revenge
I will crawl and eat, I'm not looking for fate in the entrance

Drip tears on a summer day, you turned into rain
I turned into Mr. Nou Mo, but you will not come back
You close your eyes the world, my idols - clouds
I'm slowly going crazy, but it does not treat us

Only a speed rhythm of the eye that sinks in your clothes
Only a pair of cracks circles Waltz in the left minibus
I am a foreign Lirik Bruzh, fly poems in the wind
You do not taste ton rut from a patient in white

Let shuy birds let the words from dreams fly
From mistrust in my rap I have full SOP
Well, why in the nodes my world, why evil theater
In my sneakers a lot of holes, but I have to hide them

I hide in dreams in myself in my own blood puddle
I mock myself, forgot the feeling of pain
Often sing me the sky sounds of votes to me
This is the only one for whom to sound on the disks

And I just want to reach the stars, hearing squeal
But still I reject the world, kick leaves
Lew to the contracts of whiskey, hundreds, threw, bitch, letters
You were hell, and now walking in black lists

I'm looking for the grave of our friendship under his window
People decided for you what he writes about himself
I have a broken gap in the keyboard letters
And in polished squares will put my friend

Dad Play me Song Single Exculsion Strings
Let the bleeding, fuck, all the wounds - I will wait for the spring
Tons of snow in cities let all sadness fall
Black sky, I'm in delusion, take in the palm of hand

We were alien to the song about the war, hoarsely glory
And I do not see the warriors among you here, I see weakness
Tragic sucking robust all psyche kiosks
And sellers say to me in the next and offer to move

I will tell you, my prison behind the ribs is curves
Grew windows windows from eyes to the floor
We have our own reason to live and sweat without a fight
We have our own reason in pain dosages

I would like to ask a question, but not to give an answer
You do not taste ton rut from a patient in white
And for my window fly like flocks of birds berets
And the borders of nonsense

I do not need to string beds too early
I need to know who I am, but I prevent me hugger
In my eyes, in my hands, in my skies, wounds
I'm with a poverty of the soul on "you", but the hall screams to me bravo

[Chorus]
I'm not empty, I'm not empty, I'm not tired by the signal
You send at night life on hair tips
I'm not empty, I'm not empty, I'm not tired, so it is necessary
But the question sounds the question: "Tell me who are you?"

I'm not empty, I'm not empty, I'm not tired by the signal
You send at night life on hair tips
I'm not empty, I'm not empty, I'm not tired, so it is necessary
But the question sounds the question: "Tell me who are you?"

I'm not empty, I'm not empty, I'm not tired by the signal
You send at night life on hair tips
I'm not empty, I'm not empty, I'm not tired, so it is necessary
But the question sounds the question: "Tell me who are you?"

I'm not empty, I'm not empty, I'm not tired by the signal
You send at night life on hair tips
I'm not empty, I'm not empty, I'm not tired, so it is necessary
But the question sounds the question: "Tell me who are you?"