Кравц - Иногда
текст песни

We are getting closer to old men, look around,
Who became whom someone slept, someone Mustang.
Someone Rastaman, someone's bore, someone says:
No, I will not and sharpening from someone else's dish.
And you know, sometimes, there are no guilt in it,
Someone looks and sees nothing but the wall.
And someone warms a spoon,
As if puts at night, another footboard, stealing the pillow.
There are rumors in areas, hesitated in the internet and by phone.
The city is worth, and those who are going, ride their feet.
Each captain threw the plan of interest capital.
This is a real life, see:
This minus wrote Mitya,
Alisa I introduced him to the Internet
And now I'm sitting on the hut, I am writing this ticket.
Opened contact, pokes into a compassor,
I have long been going to go out into the yard, to the air.
But Mitya sent minus and I hung
Plus turned up a handle and a blank sheet.

Sometimes ... everything starts with a clean leaf ...
And sometimes ... From this sheet everything gets up ...

Gnette the fucking bacon with offset,
It is written on it - the central source of water supply.
I'm not botan, I would have done the bottle, but I better Jay
And I will offer decisions.
Look all the money of the world in two percent of people,
Half live less than two dollar per day.
Two percent forgot what it means to be a man.
Children die without water, they build rockets.
Could share and harmony will be shared
But some are saved in someone else's health.
They will not allow that they would deduct from their salary.
Parative thinking, the result is important.
Oo, you do not want to raise this topic
So you are adequate, looking around, drove the cart.
I have another album for your boredom
And this is a real world, more often my hands.

Sometimes ... water can wash off everything, weak bounce ...
Yeah, yeah typo daa, but it is not water ...

That's just I said - the real world, I called the owner of the hut,
It is necessary to go, raises payment, joy,
girlfriend sisters will come to girlfriend, promised to bring
Fruit and water.
Here are my pants in a cage, black and yellow color,
They are as real as an African ghetto,
just like from the refrigerator, my proof kefir,
Each commander - half-breeding is looking for a fifty dollars in Mundir.
Cappulat us and we won't guess, thanks to the Internet,
In which we shake, thank you to people who are fighting for freedom.
And the law, honor, protection, epaulets do not converge.
Not converge only by Kravtsa, he should generally write songs
dance.
Someone the whole album will seem boring, but this is just my world.
Thank you for listening to.

Sometimes ... there is no other word, everything is fucking ...
And sometimes ... all words in the wall ...
Sometimes ... water can wash off everything, weak bounce ...
Yeah, yeah typo daa, but it is not water ...
Sometimes ... everything starts with a clean leaf ...
And sometimes ... From this sheet everything gets up ...