Аля Кудряшева - А мало слов не проще - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

And little words are not easier than too much, because in the "a lot" you can discuss, dwy with the verb, in the cramping of the text it is cold, the legs freeze, on the round scene cost, you understand, nor, neither up, nor down, scraper the spine nail, cover The skin - the core will come out, the singer, broken the sound on a high note, the cubs in the subway - it is not enough. Everyone goes to poke your finger mumble: "Hokka" ... yes, tank, tank on a tank, well, star, all hockey, hockey ... they would blow the withers, and after tea and in anything wrapped. And you are in sight - it does not matter, a minute, if the keeper's public attention is paid. Solon said: "So far, do not die - unhappy. Mad - you will write something on granite."

Behind the year of years - how many on them neither rzarzay, the farther the more all the more lousy. Understand, fox, it is already serious - the gray cervix is ​​sharper than Sil. Then collect the Blood beads along the snow, smeared the sadness on the surface. Understand, stupid, the little prince crashed, the earth was too violently tamed. The crane no longer invites you to visit, the caravel ended the treat, he eats a barre, expired by GOST, he was full of evil, resentment and disgusted ... Well, it's not clear? For fish shekel ... dream yes? About bread, warm and blood ... Run rather from a sexy neck, run, more, please, I'll cover.

And from the sky, the libele, the fillet is a thick cherry, as if everything happens again, let me for a minute, I'm visiting Mamka, I'm not running away, well, here you are honestly. Let me upstairs, I immediately hug your native, touch the green branches, listen to the grooves ... Listen, dear, and maybe they, sit down, feed Cherberry, drink tea, hug her, you understand, touch the branches ... And drink there is a necrotchik - No, does not pull? Olympus is destroyed during the second Soviet and there now is a kindergarten "Oilman". Pompey, by the way, I died in the streams of Lava, I heard that no one came out from there. Floy the buttercups, wade laurels, sit down, friend, and well them, all those who are above.

Our plane takes off, runs around the field, belts, windows, chairs, in the hands of a bag. Everything ended in a lacker, no one understood, two brittle words were knight on the parquet. And then - everything is fine, and I am not in the subject, and I roar Bulgaria, frost on the skin, everything is over, the groke has long been flew away and the circus went, clowns, by the way, too. On Tanka Tank, Lana in airplane, by train ... However, enough, it is not interesting, focusing. We must not die in the cheek. Belts, windows, field, bag, chair. Two words are too few even for hockey, but no longer, mortals, in the honeycomb, I hold, keep my find in my pocket, such a key to freedom, hook, launder. Fox runs away, chain traces, for which I all, for what reasons.

What are you there, do not be sad, these are all the flowers. The earth tamed you too tight.