ZIMMER, БРУНО - ПО ПЯТАМ
текст песни

We are on the bend again
You know the kid
What kind of answer will the Bravo case go
Quietly and without bazaar
Bring your legs to the bar
And then a meeting with the boys
Each is good with evil eyes
What we mutter there why
We make it hotter hotter
Oh no further red light
Or drown to talo
Or meet the dawn
Where outside the window is only gray everyday life
How much it will be
Say people
They say they go on the heels
You know the soul will not give you
Quiet in my head in a whisper
No need to help, I can handle it myself
They say the robbers go on the heels
Quiet and indefatigable slaughterhouses
Put on a cutlet as if
Brutinals
And in my pocket there are petty stools
There are screams
And what you are silent, the bro with the
You seem to not take a breath
Shout breathing
It’s more difficult to speak with your foot on the neck, because so we are just boys
Which
Only mom and dad respect
Who were not told the truth in childhood
Now we are spinning like squirrels in the wheel
Gray weekdays all went to already