ChipaChip, Krec - Грустный эмоджи
текст песни

Again admit you on the network when the muse will visit again
All the same backbone that is unlikely to give positive
I will also touch you, everyone will say the topic, what kind of type are you?
Again covers the fact that it has long been behind

Cold spring, from the phone and from the laptop
I wanted to quit a pointless surf, but drowned there again
In childhood, they told me, go for health with a young man
But I always missed you, in tar and malt

We will find with her again here for the new sorts of these topics
My white verse in these networks has long been orphaned
Except for a pile of roads, I did not build here
While life buried a bunch in household garbage tel

I remember how I put a tube sound, kicked foliage
Then removed from the bullet, well, or from two
I remember how I was nervous strongly if the maz does not burn out
And if it burns out, no one was striving to go to pick up

I remember how I patrolled my native Borisoglebsk
Eyes behind the sunscreen always hiding, like Leps
I remember how I wrote to you my first sincere text
I remember wide eyes, they have a dazzling shine

I would probably not have climbed into this former - swamp
The entire accuracy of these schemes is transferred in a hundred and more clearly than Plotter
Nostalgic charm forever lubbed tightly
Sober mind prays everything so as not to swing the boat

I will send him to hell, I'll take you drunk
I will read this all for the motive with the piano
There is a memory in my pocket and there is no spear again but
He announces an annoyingly conscience that there are only holes around again

So habitually ignoring this piercing squeak
In the pool of the past in half -flood, diving on the bis
I am dying in a piece of bathing, I could not
Leaving our chat variegating emoji as a keepsake

Yo, yo! I remember the speakers and micro that breathed in the incense
Warm lamps of kitchens where we dreamed of palm trees
Brooklyn, Jamaica, chop the truth, spit on formats
It pumps from Arbat to al-Farabi

Bracho, please a new track, we all believe in you
Impenetrable walls, conflict of generations
Eyes burned from contexts and modems
The lyrics of the streets covered, fled around the veins

The violin touched the living, as if a brand
We all wanted to be on stage, but not because of money
The ranks were gradually and irreplaceable
Let's not confuse nostalgia and a confession

Naive, draw insults with a broken trough
And think that everything will ever happen again
Capital, yellow leaves, heavy thoughts
Burn without a trace or lie down in the archives

This is all ours, because we cannot without each other
Click, then set fire - sad emoji
The meaning is so important, died in a bathing and did not come to life anymore
You write "Oh, God," and you put a sad emoji

This is all ours, because we cannot without each other
Click, then set fire - sad emoji
The meaning is so important, died in a bathing and did not come to life anymore
You write "Oh, God," and you put a sad emoji