MASAI - Шипы
текст песни

My heart is ruins
In light smoke vitamins
Ma your son not saints
Surrounded in this desert
Desert of dreams and growing anxieties
Down the inclined leading roads
Look - under the feet
Or they will begin to wipe their own on you
Everyone who was so dear
Yes, here everyone's souls are chopped
But we will heal anything else young
So we will heal we will open the heads
Oh mom's head
Yes, this life does not like weak can show spikes
Those who are tightly stirring trabels with a knife
To get to the peaks, I knock down my mode
Leaving behind what I was breathing and cherished
Yes, this life does not like weak can show spikes
Those who are tightly stirring trabels with a knife
To get to the peaks, I knock down my mode
Leaving behind what I was breathing and cherished

Your life is not sugar
Who is to blame if you are the author in it
Honestly, answer without metaphors
Who is no doubt the first to throw overboard
Tell!
This type is unlikely to be you yourself
With fear, everything is permeated
Hey, through
Money solves problems and quit
Brother Che for the disease, throw a nearby circle
Karma will return everything, fuck lying
Her bullets are not a hindrance to the bulletproof
She will break the spirit
Yes, this life does not like weak can show spikes
Those who are tightly stirring trabels with a knife
To get to the peaks, I knock down my mode
Leaving behind what I was breathing and cherished
Yes, this life does not like weak can show spikes
Those who are tightly stirring trabels with a knife
To get to the peaks, I knock down my mode
Leaving behind what I was breathing and cherished