Dramma - Бомбы
текст песни

[Track 3: Music by Mishkin]:
I remember friendship, tighter than steel. I remember the smell of bread bakery.
I remember the tears of Mom, that's a pity. Let go.
I remember was somehow kind and it was more people in people, -
That relatives that relatives.

Clear bombs - bombs in my world.
Bo-bombs - bombs - bombs in my world.
Bo-bombs - bombs - bombs in my world, and let.

Clear bombs - bombs in my world.
Bo-bombs - bombs - bombs in my world.
Bo-bombs - bombs - bombs in my world.

It became different, point. Other times of morals.
Old photos Handful on white tablecloth.
Even the rainbow colorful black and white slides.
Polaroids remember the feelings of these bedrooms.

Throw it! Fall asleep, my memory.
Skipped shelter for seven locks.
Faceted glasses, perfect sunsets.
Nine floors of friends and buddies.

I remember my first player - the one that was for two.
The courtyards are free from the heap of cars, and even dust is different.
Let go. Places for meetings without any mobile;
And there, - the girl is cleaner looking at what I loved, I loved.

I remember friendship, tighter than steel. I remember the smell of bread bakery.
I remember the tears of Mom, that's a pity. Let go.
I remember was somehow kind and it was more people in people, -
That relatives that relatives.

Clear bombs - bombs in my world.
Bo-bombs - bombs - bombs in my world.
Bo-bombs - bombs - bombs in my world, and let.

Clear bombs - bombs in my world.
Bo-bombs - bombs - bombs in my world.
Bo-bombs - bombs - bombs in my world.

[Track 4: Music Br BeatsbyMantra]:

In a huge traffic jam, but it is not enough for us.
We catch yourself that we adore scandals.
For no reason and without an excuse -
Ready to tear for the idea of ​​someone else's throat.

Do not go to my problems
I do not want to see the imperfections in them.
And in habit - closing the walls of the wall,
In order not to see its reflection in the mirrors.

Do it...

We will hypocrite, lie and smile,
To extend this beautiful world.
The main thing, do not forget to admit -
What got up in the ranks, who wanted war with.

Kill in yourself, everything that can live.
Coco Chanel, - Soul or Perfume?

[Track 5: Music by LineStreet]:
You are not mine ...
Not mine, but she manites like a diamond.
I like a maniac, it's hard for me to understand
That you are not mine, you are not mine.

You are not mine ...
Not mine, but she manites like a diamond.
I like a maniac, it's hard for me to understand
That you are not mine, you are not mine.

You are not mine ...
Not mine, but she manites like a diamond.
I like a maniac, it's hard for me to understand
That you are not mine, you are not mine.

Hey! So many songs were.
From which your lady will say: "Listen, sticking!",
But they are written as if under the copy.
Specially hit, like without feelings.

They can be understood, they need in iTunes.
Discarded contract, producer Salute.
But you can't sell all this product.
Wait a Minute is a fake, now I'll show you.

We are angels, I - Enemy.
Better would not be, in the sky cannaby.
I blow up a breath-smoke to the entire block.
This city is legend, she will not die.

By the body of goosebumps, there is chill.
I do a MMMMA, as if I am.
Vogue with menthol, smoke in the ceiling.
Vogue with menthol, smoke in the ceiling.

You are not mine ...
Not mine, but she manites like a diamond.
I like a maniac, it's hard for me to understand
That you are not mine, you are not mine.

You are not mine ...
Not mine, but she manites like a diamond.
I like a maniac, it's hard for me to understand
That you are not mine, you are not mine.