GuDZoN - Гудит, звонит, зовёт - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

And again, thoughts forgotten once and somewhere at the absorptions, again they have a meaning,

Again you think about the one that was so close, the spark blinked again in my heart,

Again sad, again alcohol replaces feelings, mixes the riot

You think, dick with you, albeit so, in your head is not clear nonsense, not understandable fear

Perhaps I turned everything to dust, with my hand the last wave, a frantic pulse, everything, the collapse ....

In the mirror, the reflection of the soul cracked on the small fragments of its lies,

Survive in self -deception, but do not live like that, there should be other ways and other ways in life

As the brother of power says in truth, do so that everyone appreciates beautifully, do not swear to your own grave,

Be with your opinion, but analyze what others say, we are not deaf and we are not dumb,

We are silent when we love and are afraid in the routine of these everyday life not even a friend ...

And inside it buzzes, calls, calls, as if it were my duty, I wonder, and if this is a good thing ...

Moving forward, changing what is so rushing from, from love for smoke, from smoke to hop, understanding with

age, which has changed your psyche hard time, love without an answer as a burden, debts as

The drum on silicon, erasing your mood with sparks, you are lost in the midst of a pile of tribes, choosing with

with those or those, by lawlessness or on the right topic, in the case you or a loafer, as you start

A week from Monday, settled at the bottom or enthusiastic in work, do not fly in a dream, fly in

Reality of days and just a friend be cheerful, be kinder ...

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And between business, someone really pushes his talent,

Which can be evaluated at a hundred carats,

And you push your gram, those stupid youngsters, in the pockets of which have rubles from mothers,

Hey, don't pretend that you are a cool bully

You are just a r and n, a drug addict lost in the world.

He wanted to become a baron of the People's Commissar, became a rotten huckster with an injury.

It seems like he wanted to tie it, but it seemed to fly away again, like what I wanted to achieve in my life, but it seems to have eaten something again. What is your limit, love or the world of rotten schemes, stupid topics, under the high tel.

Can you change and become above all your old things, your old emblem, this is captured in your head, come out of it and become someone.