MULYA - Live
текст песни

You don't light a star
They told me hard
And I was not eager for the sky
An ordinary kid was a common gift
I muddied a new bit, wrote a new text, thanks in a personal repost
I just need a rapak
Like morning tea with hot toasts
Hey, look what you became
Who knows, maybe my hour has come now
Didn't sharp up your Style, but you stop
He is already in two seconds from zero to hundred
On the old fashioned line in a notebook I wrote
There is the air as smell as steel
There is a lot of years in the case, it seems to have said a lot
But as if the first time I got it
In one ...
Against the whole world
Naked walls empty apartment
or dad's car, pont golim
All this is not mine, it is by
Simple, ordinary most
From childhood, I figure out in miracles
On this leaflet, not for the sake of a difficult line, these texts wrote
He was different, was good, bad
Pretty much to mom with a dad of blood drank
Never believed in the word forgive
But admitted if he behaved like a moron
I squeezed every line from my heart
I left too early from childhood
It's a pity, only by thirts it became clear
But now my son will return me back
I know all these floors by heart
My city and district taught me to live
And each time returning home
I will not tire of heaven out loud to thank
And if I had to replay the opportunity
I would never do otherwise
You may not hear a punch here
But here every verb means too much
We ourselves create a patches for upgrade
I'm going home for lunch instead of business lunch
There is warm, comfort, they will always be fed there, they wait for anyone there
I saw these animals soulless
They sit there in the mansions of stuffy
He hits himself in his chest and yells that he is happy
But in the eyes you can see, this is not what you need
From the value of the fluff, I yelled at them in hearing
You are a regular cracker with the name tuk
What is your work? Where is your friend?
Who will throw you that lifebuoy
You are empty inside like a watermelon with a window
Stop watch your world collapse
In your strength to change something here
But you can't if you want to stay like that
You are in a large, dear ass like Kim
You can make a very sad movie about you
You are so on style, but you go alone
Among old concrete nine
Stubble, shackled face without emotion
Inside everything boils and loses the soul
Nearby no one and you are thirty
And maybe then something will turn over
Wake up, do yourself
Fuck upstairs, but a crash break
Everything is tonally painful you live once
Open your eyes, find that balance
Who am I? You ask you to teach
And I am an ordinary kid, drown wants to rot
Soul, and the experience is not big
But he shared with you and then went to live ...