Артем Татищевский - Холод времен - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Which of us is destined to die today, sticking under amphetamines. Who will we argue. We will listen to it. To which one will believe. Every third is ready to take revenge on the Kusman. All the ways are imparting. I am looking for a way out, among the deaf old puffs. The whores are giving up to Lavruha, and I remember, I won’t forget. In the city, all the same cars are loaded. The wires freeze the black crows. Glorious checks, rustle like leaves. Wall, minus 30, only principles remain. Morosis collapses with knitting needles. I can’t sleep with the fact that I do not take Vera, but, Fiction. They are in fashion, I know my province. You look at your mother child, we’ll choke on his uselessness. Having gathered God, we fall asleep on the stairs. The months are opening, exhaling the smoke of native surroundings. We get the smell of the cold of an alien area. It is easy, yes, to us, yes, we are here is hungry. And the holi is only screaming for help when the whole country is sold. My protest is gray forms. I will smash a Bodryak, when there are one jamb in five without a pale ...

Who fights the crime, some by the wheels. Who is on the Babos. Who is calm, someone is a greyhound. And so in the homeland there has been more than a century. Helpers. Question: Where are you? Where are I? . I know what to be a stranger among my own. I believe in friendship, more in betrayal. Thus, with whom I chopped notes of loneliness. It is a lot when you are smashed happiness. It is like that when we gut the plastic from Rostov on the hut. When the Nalik is rustling with business . Normally, when the partner calls to the wig. It will unnecessarily tunes in the policy of your company, economists, managers, fools Merchendizers lay out one -day goods. Maslov’s piramid is washed down with masses. Russian were replaced by yuu, and faces with Gremsy. And each dilbores can tell a mature type : I am BAD BOY HIP-hop? The rui is higher than Bubu-Bubu. That is what we hear does not matter. Is it that we see what we see, even when we close our eyes. times ...