ua - Алло feat Кос
текст песни

And you are my number, silently
Sesh my number
I died for you, in your words
Early in the morning, day and night, don't call

It is better for you to stay there in Dali
Whatever one may say, it is better to leave, better one
Among the dead pyatin, I will go than to stand
On the way, in yourself, the air with smoke to body

Someone chooses weakness, and I live
Someone puts on a dream, I'm on mirage
I found that way to enter these turns
Again I was able to master all the skyscrackers

Floors do not lie, they don't know how
You, bitch, pussy to white tsaying
And certainly I will not kneel down
With tears in their eyes, praying forgiveness

Threw it into the fire of the fellow, all in soot
The voice is planted, cries with experience,
How many words you can’t say
Also, the catch will remain poor

Leave at least a hundred rooms in your book
But my delete, let's not Tomi, just understand
Do not hear your voice, I have a bunch of reasons for it
Through the elm and the abyss, swamps, desert, I will continue to go without you
Remove the number, forget it fuck
Just don't call, just don't call

As a result, all with beuds ended
Who knew, and we did not remain friends, carried
I wear this one on my back like a dog
Was obedient, but the heart beats without you
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These numbers from the screen
Outside the window it gets dark so early
Forget my number, throw it out of your head
Leave your snot at the bottom of the ocean
Don't call, I'm a subscriber outside the zone
My number is a fairy tale, like yeti and gnomes
Your call is inappropriate, like children in a brothel
I swallowed our past, like a pytho mouse
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I beat the phones about the wall, for six months already somewhere
I drink and I don’t remember why, forget my number,
bitch, I don't like it and fuck me
not good and not bad, there is no sobs or sighs

And yes I did not die, only the subscriber outside the zone
And I don't be a star, how can you not be the sun
I did it at night that all, but it was not a dream
my phone is not in the zone, I'm a subscriber of the lower

bottom, the surface is not visible
Your dreams are in the air, mine by the floor
Know, the difference is one
Your glass of half -sex, my half

poison on the floor of injections and peace in half
half on the ground, half tinted
my life is a half -eyed, half -car
My songs are a half -stranger, fifty

And where is the meaning here, we are in the rat race
and the floors so fuck which of them was higher
what I said so fuck, those who were not below
I would indicate the road, but so fuck everyone, do you hear?

Stop, don't call, and don't look for contacts
there are snot in acts, and regression in the anthrack
fifty likes and repost how so
I fucked fans in four different tacts

Fuck, my number, I morally died
They remember me nominally, fuck me by default
And you probably understood to discard the horses
you need literally a year, live in your old role

I will not even do not understand, but no longer heard
You remove my number and throw the pipe from the roof
Anyway to everyone who you call you, just fuck
And I am like them, just more honest