Вичевски - Пару часов
текст песни

City from dreams
A couple of hours, a couple of hours
My thoughts flow out of words
The bitch wants to hang for a couple of hours

She is in her thoughts, she is alone
I wash my thoughts, to the bottom
Do not miss the knock, don't miss the sound
A bottle or plan, will not help us here

I drink with my throat, purely
Waiting for mountains for the number
On my couple of hours

I was not in myself
Yours read so -so
You read everything, so -so
You read so -so
Well, in principle

My throat reads that you do not know about the principle
(You don't know anything!)

To be honest, you're not clean
Above all emotions - numbers (who?)
Who are we if you hold on the last power

Thoughts under the hood
We are the hands of passers -by - we are so similar
But his face hid behind the grinning teeth
I knew you didn't know

Thoughts under the hood
We are the hands of passers -by, we only need smoke
Smoke, smoke and I am alone