MiyaGi - Текстура. - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Where can I put this gray sky!? The skin requires the sun. I put experiments, but not on rats, scoring nerves. The smeared plans have sunk into oblivion, returned, as if my sadness of my dressed music, a pack behind the house, we seemed to be a lot. We seem to be nearby! Smarter and stronger by an order of magnitude. It scattered, yes, you will not find a look. And languid days in the cities, I am heard in the speakers-races, let's write, man, because there is nothing to boast. In the delirium of the musician I will close the ears - I am more easily breathing in my memory, but the flame burns the foundations and the world that I was full of colors - I will thunder empty, I am fed up on the throat of the Obelomes, with this beat monotonous I will wake up in you conscience. Wait!! It's time to fill the gaps with the texture, it is the one that I once gave the peace no no no one, no reason for indignation, take the longing and my sadness, take me on the verge, no no, but I don’t give me a reason for indignation with nails , as a memory, the names are ready, as always for my brother, good, I will give my life like, as his mother, Omar Hayyam in search of wine and you can’t redo me, not to rewrite the time-Balagan, I draw in words, but not Levitan take away the will, will in Fist brother, with the world in the thread we will connect the networks for these destinies, the spaces of the lashes where we throw!? Far from children, but still confusing the shores, half of the third, my girlfriend, the silence of ink-cherished memory, I will draw for the health of loved ones to drain the glasses to the bottom once, in the right place the desired hour will come, Miyagi will help, again on the street for you does not need to be stroke hands and screams, enough eye I will read the lines here and now