02. Spartak Петрович - Кулаки в кровь
текст песни

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And someone on my board
I rearranged the figures
And again I'm not in the ladies
Cells are empty in places
For every action
I, watching without shock from above
Twice ten years
Walked in the snow for years

There are five seasons
The weather forecast did not look
Forgot and umbrella again
Buy and write to sister
Falling asleep you need to turn off the TV
He attacked tea
And to despise yourself less
I write more and more at night

I will not grow flowers. A lot of
Problems with tenants
Search for work where
They will pay me more profitably
I need to see what
Still not washed there
And again - “Mom, I have long
I didn't call, forgive me "

Doesn't it matter if it is firm
Shutters are closed, tell me so far
I don't want to fall asleep at the bottom
To break on stones
Here or blood
Or empty indifference
And even tears soon
They become obedient

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Crushing in fragments
Life was waiting for a thunderstorm
Pages and letters
On the sheets became blurred
Pages and letters
All! Alas, blocked!
And I checked, all the clothes
To the growth of it by issuing

Maybe then I
They said no
But without hearing, still
I look with hope in the sky

While I'm young, that
Will my years tell me?
Longing burns, but, but boast
I could not
And they are all around
Smart, beautiful,
And who will tell me, and to me
This is the power of A?

Went to visit them to ask
Who is in the title role
When in the windows of light
I didn't see, I understood everything
I caught an evil look. For what?
After all, he did not touch anyone!
He touched his shoulder? Sorry!
I walked my way

Everyone counts
As much as he has
And accepts it all
For your minimum
And what am I starting
With your songs to climb
If you rush more
From the vulgar blue

Chorus

Fists in the blood someone
And the experience of the liter sweat
From year to year before the coffin
Fists in the blood who is someone, and someone
Today in the slippers of the house
Synonymous slippers of a coma