Ist Side Pro. feat. Umbriaco - Дай мне хоть слово
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Shut up only a couple of minutes, let's go
Are you not tired of the bustle of the bustle yet
Year after year, everything is running to the destination
Losing balance, patience with him

Give me at least a word, I have something to say
It makes no sense to interrupt, I don't want to scream
You say too much superfluous
You pour water, let's better get to the matter closer

No, you don't hear or do not want to listen
Emotions are not to place, you cannot explain to me
What was the matter, what was I wrong
And in the end you will say that my temper is to blame for everything

Having said this, get a cigarette
You will start smoking nervously, as if waiting for an answer
You expect, apparently that I will ask for forgiveness
But I'm not in the know for an apology

My opinion has been there for a long time
And I will not back up at a matter of iot
I'm not used to yielding to anyone whims
Believe tears, emotional challenges

I will listen to you from beginning to end carefully
But I don’t understand why there are so many adjectives
I repeat again, reduce the speed
It carries you when you enter the turns

I'm not iron, so be kind ...
But my words disappear in you as in the abyss
You continue hysteria without hearing a sound
Now I realized what they mean when they say a bitch

From cotton, the door took a spirit
Apparently in vain I pronounced this phrase out loud
Once again the relations of two broke off
Apparently in vain I pronounced this phrase out loud

Julia (vocals): Very vain, I loved you so much ...

Crying (umbriaco):

From the rib, so Rembrand admired them
A bunch of seasonings in the kitchen, they are sent to us by the sky
Naomi Cambeal, I want to Istanbul
How many sleeping pills were used

Hey, hold the harpoon, blow on the deck
Start your finger, feat, and you have a herd
Not only that, for any cup of the ground coffee
A stormy night ahead, you will be exhausted you

No horizontal bar ...
You will like Kournikova so much
You can handle a criminal ...
No one will give you, will not dry the hole from the bagel

Good cook, then Cindy Crawford
Consider you got to heart access
Owl larks, sweets are packaged
Choose the style, run and fuck on the lawns to you, brother

Casper (ist side pro.):

Pull your strength, there is no sense in them in vain
Nights ahead, saving energy for the thirsty
Taste the forbidden fruit, know the art of pleasures
The nineteenth year, look, already teaches everyone

Cigarettes, coffee in bed, fur, major
Expensive swill, VIP tubes, gold of the mountain
How long it will not brighten up the truth drunk
The back of the coin, such a plot

She did not expect exactly what career was there
What in return ... everyone considers a bitch
Battered nerves, days in black and white gamut
Sobs of a young lady, tears with streams

Others to torn the hearts of dogs to shreds
Hundreds of traps placed game
In the words of delicate concentrate of thousands of poisons
In dreams, forgetting about everything, obeyed their views

Having become bitch's prey, fate crippled themselves
Suffered voluntarily, hoped nevertheless
Red dawn, waves crashed against the shore
They carried the bodies that could not stand it.

Others or in time realized that they were losing
Either they raised them like that, they became an example
For many, they were looking for the meaning of life in children
They strove for mutual love, kept

Family hearth, like a devoted mother
Growl for everyone, for his child
Ready to break anyone who dared to offend him
The dawn of the new era, the sun rose