Желтая Ветка - трамваи маршрутки
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What are your words
Not backed up by a single thing
Painted white in life
I heard something from which blood was boiling
But for some reason he remained the same
Without just exchanging a word
Our affairs and actions will be evaluated
After oblivion
I am not honest for someone,
And for yourself
Build life from scratch
At the beginning of every gray day
Do the way you want
To come to you later
I am not a hero of someone's story
I am fighting with me every day
There were closed eyes of friends
Waiting for the parish, a spoonful of a spoon
This is all in the past, I hope at least something
Will be better in the future
Perceiving this life with your smile
But a little went
She does not lose meaning
And yet it remains something enchanting
The inner world is growing - the external is reduced
Being false, minor notes more often
Tears no longer leave traces on the skin
It looks like we can’t save us
We love to deceive so much
Not a second without thinking about conscience
Without honor in the hearts
Chasing its own profit
I am sincerely surprised
I don't understand how we all are still alive
You look into the eyes and from pain
Become more and more extinct
After all, these are not toys when you destroy your world!
My world, trams-marchruts
The same intervals every day
The same mutters - grandmas for puffs
Dirty ducks in the porch on the booth
My world, trams-marchruts
The same intervals every day
The same mutters - grandmas for puffs
Dirty ducks in the porch on the booth
My world, trams-marchruts
The same intervals every day
The same mutters - grandmas for puffs
Dirty ducks in the porch on the booth
Never thought
That it comes so
Do you hear?
Never thought
That the loss will be quiet
And what will follow this
Destroying the whisper screaming
Leaving relatives without covenants
It is strange that after that
Another lover breathes
The world of foot
Dressed in a cage
Sometimes it happens
Among the usual rare ones
Tar he eats
Words said and forgotten
In the worlds of lived
And I think gray
While I'm going to the bottom
I do not believe that I live
But every day
I take a bit and give
Yourself and your own - in return without requiring rewards
I do not breathe with the deposit
And scattering
To hell! Ashes!
I do not praise my own
And close to me in the spirit of the brothers
I appreciate, I love
And he became, love, we create a god
And I will not be taken to them
If something grabs
There is no longer enough for everyone!
Concerned about those
To whom he gave something more
Than something, but bad
I die for the world
In which two
So rarely can do new
And differently!
My world, trams-marchruts
The same intervals every day
The same mutters - grandmas for puffs
Dirty ducks in the porch on the booth
I meet bad news with a joke
Laughter is terrible
On the passing, but holding on the course sensitively
I clearly see my goal - a black dot
And all the ways lead to her -
From here you can see for sure
I'm waiting for the coup like sand clock
I tear my lines to shreds all night I
Changing exclamation signs to ellipses
I won't prophesy me anymore
Years are going on, the fashion is changing
Muzzles are changing, chords are aging
The nationwide parade of freaks rejoice
And I fucking proud
Waiting for the weather by the sea
My world, trams-marchruts
The same intervals every day
The same mutters - grandmas for puffs
Dirty ducks in the porch on the booth
My world, trams-marchruts
The same intervals every day
The same mutters - grandmas for puffs
Dirty ducks in the porch on the booth
My world, trams-marchruts
The same intervals every day
The same mutters - grandmas for puffs
Dirty ducks in the porch on the booth