ГРОТ ft. Krec - Я тебя вспомнил
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Припев:
Миллион серий, тысячи сезонов.
Крылья тянут в небо, слишком близко к солнцу.
Убиваем землю, открываем космос.
Вспоминаем кто мы, часто слишком поздно.
Это внутри меня взрывы и грохот.
На фоне Галактики мы ничтожны и крохотны.
Старый дом, оконные щели.
Я тебя узнавал в каждом из воплощений.
Мы с тобой обломки метеоров.
В камениломне мы видимся не впервые.
И я тебя вспомнил.
На пустынном побережье птицы кричали.
Мне знакомо это чувство, ведь мы где то встречались.
Закружились, как пылинки во Вселенском танце.
Вспомни старый район, где нам по 17.
Ветер времени, над нами деревья качались.
Даже через годы мы любили, как в самом начале.
Было тихо, будто город под водой.
И ты боялась засыпать, чтобы не проснуться одной.
Непросто чувство, давно знакомы мы с ним.
Меняя лишь тела, встречаемся в нескольких жизнях.
Припев:
Миллион щелей, тысячи сезонов.
Крылья тянут в небо, слишком близко к солнцу.
Убиваем землю, открываем космос.
Вспоминаем кто мы, часто слишком поздно.
Так много общего, так много разного.
Судьба свела, столкнула в хаосе космоса.
Капсулами мир ускоряется, меняется, рвется из рук.
Мы ищем паузу, вздохнуть, отмести шелуху.
Неровный путь, неровный путь.
Пироны ждут героев бури.
Настроив звук струн.
Я обьясню тебе всю суть.
Оседлаю петлю.
Мне нужен лучший ?, а не пыль и велюр.
Жизнь лишь превью, скоро может проснусь.
Но даже через тысячу лун буду помнить вкус губ.
Это в мозгу, будто бугром вырастает к утру.
И я бегу в дикие джунгли, забыв про еду.
Ловлю волну среди акул, медуз, заплыв, зову ау-ау.
Уют кают, каюк, живу в бою и убаю.
Шмалю, даю, могу.
Припев:
Миллион серий, тысячи сезонов.
Крылья тянут в небо, слишком близко к солнцу.
Убиваем землю, открываем космос.
Вспоминаем кто мы, часто слишком поздно.
Случай всегда хирургически точен.
Смотри, как наши сосуды схожи с дельтами рек.
В случайностях читается авторский почерк.
Это ключи и подсказки во Вселенской игре.
Тысячи светофоров, как одно существо.
Провоцирую людские реки по новому течь.
Расставляя в городе нас, как на поле игровом.
Рисуют схемы судьбоносных случайных встреч.
И если тебе предстоит рождаться.
На Земле, что полностью оледенела,
Чтобы выжить ты случайной мутацией
В следующий раз шкуру сделаешь, как снег белой.
Если нам суждено еще родиться.
Чтобы выжить буду забывчивым изначально.
Снова зачем-то оставленным возвратится.
И все для тебя по пути совершенно случайно.
Припев:
Миллион серий, тысячи сезонов.
Крылья тянут в небо, слишком близко к солнцу.
Убиваем землю, открываем космос.
Вспоминаем кто мы, часто слишком поздно.
Chorus:
A million episodes, thousands of seasons.
The wings are pulled into the sky, too close to the sun.
We kill the Earth, open the space.
We remember who we are, often too late.
These are explosions and roar inside me.
Against the background of the galaxy, we are insignificant and tiny.
Old house, window cracks.
I recognized you in each of the incarnations.
You and I are the wreckage of meteors.
This is not the first time in Kamenilon.
And I remembered you.
Birds shouted on the deserted coast.
I know this feeling, because we met somewhere.
They spun like dust dust in the universal dance.
Remember the old district, where we are 17 each.
The wind of time, trees swing over us.
Even after years, we loved, as at the very beginning.
It was quiet, like a city under water.
And you were afraid to fall asleep so as not to wake up alone.
It’s not easy to feel, we have been familiar with him for a long time.
Changing only the bodies, we meet in several lives.
Chorus:
A million cracks, thousands of seasons.
The wings are pulled into the sky, too close to the sun.
We kill the Earth, open the space.
We remember who we are, often too late.
So much in common, so many different things.
Fate brought down, pushed in the cosmos chaos.
Capsules The world accelerates, changes, breaks from hands.
We are looking for a pause, breathe, place a husk.
An uneven path, an uneven path.
Plyons are waiting for the heroes of the storm.
Having set the sound of strings.
I will explain the whole point.
I am a loop groan.
I need the best?, Not dust and velor.
Life is only a preview, I can soon wake up.
But even after a thousand moon I will remember the taste of the lips.
It is in the brain, as if a hill grows by morning.
And I run to wild jungle, forgetting about food.
I catch a wave among sharks, jellyfish, swim, call au-au.
Coat, kayuk, live in battle and reduce.
Shmalya, I give, I can.
Chorus:
A million episodes, thousands of seasons.
The wings are pulled into the sky, too close to the sun.
We kill the Earth, open the space.
We remember who we are, often too late.
The case is always surgically accurate.
Look how our vessels are similar to river deltas.
In accidents, author's handwriting is read.
These are keys and tips in the universal game.
Thousands of traffic lights, like one creature.
I provoke human rivers on a new leak.
Putting us in the city as a game field.
Draw schemes of fateful random meetings.
And if you have to be born.
On the ground that was completely checked,
To survive you are a random mutation
Next time you will make the skin like white snow.
If we are still destined to be born.
To survive I will be forgotten initially.
Again, for some reason, he will return left.
And everything for you along the way by accident.
Chorus:
A million episodes, thousands of seasons.
The wings are pulled into the sky, too close to the sun.
We kill the Earth, open the space.
We remember who we are, often too late.
A million episodes, thousands of seasons.
The wings are pulled into the sky, too close to the sun.
We kill the Earth, open the space.
We remember who we are, often too late.
These are explosions and roar inside me.
Against the background of the galaxy, we are insignificant and tiny.
Old house, window cracks.
I recognized you in each of the incarnations.
You and I are the wreckage of meteors.
This is not the first time in Kamenilon.
And I remembered you.
Birds shouted on the deserted coast.
I know this feeling, because we met somewhere.
They spun like dust dust in the universal dance.
Remember the old district, where we are 17 each.
The wind of time, trees swing over us.
Even after years, we loved, as at the very beginning.
It was quiet, like a city under water.
And you were afraid to fall asleep so as not to wake up alone.
It’s not easy to feel, we have been familiar with him for a long time.
Changing only the bodies, we meet in several lives.
Chorus:
A million cracks, thousands of seasons.
The wings are pulled into the sky, too close to the sun.
We kill the Earth, open the space.
We remember who we are, often too late.
So much in common, so many different things.
Fate brought down, pushed in the cosmos chaos.
Capsules The world accelerates, changes, breaks from hands.
We are looking for a pause, breathe, place a husk.
An uneven path, an uneven path.
Plyons are waiting for the heroes of the storm.
Having set the sound of strings.
I will explain the whole point.
I am a loop groan.
I need the best?, Not dust and velor.
Life is only a preview, I can soon wake up.
But even after a thousand moon I will remember the taste of the lips.
It is in the brain, as if a hill grows by morning.
And I run to wild jungle, forgetting about food.
I catch a wave among sharks, jellyfish, swim, call au-au.
Coat, kayuk, live in battle and reduce.
Shmalya, I give, I can.
Chorus:
A million episodes, thousands of seasons.
The wings are pulled into the sky, too close to the sun.
We kill the Earth, open the space.
We remember who we are, often too late.
The case is always surgically accurate.
Look how our vessels are similar to river deltas.
In accidents, author's handwriting is read.
These are keys and tips in the universal game.
Thousands of traffic lights, like one creature.
I provoke human rivers on a new leak.
Putting us in the city as a game field.
Draw schemes of fateful random meetings.
And if you have to be born.
On the ground that was completely checked,
To survive you are a random mutation
Next time you will make the skin like white snow.
If we are still destined to be born.
To survive I will be forgotten initially.
Again, for some reason, he will return left.
And everything for you along the way by accident.
Chorus:
A million episodes, thousands of seasons.
The wings are pulled into the sky, too close to the sun.
We kill the Earth, open the space.
We remember who we are, often too late.