Капюшон Ноу Мо - Аэробус - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

If I have nothing to say, then everything is not so bad. If I have no one to shut up with, then I probably died. If sadness lives in the hearts, then it is so necessary, every second passerby right now throws his heart into the urn. I can’t forget that I have become a publication, stupid birds will sit down to freeze paws. God will not allow us to take off like a flock of ducks, but I would like to touch the sky like them. Or maybe the wind is against us or, on the contrary, wants the soil to the bloodstream with seven -mini steps. I am so rich in low sin and therefore all damage, which is why my eyes are drowning without a trace in the lines. I see life under the sheets, so much fly so quickly, with motley personnel in response to inventing sadness. I do not want to have a contract with filthy anger, I would not want to fly away, knowing that I would not return. If it is raining today, I will meet him right away. If the sun is shining today, it will meet us. There are speech defects between people and the gray sky, between you and me there is a place for unresolved phrases. Do not close today to the castle, wet, and at home I pour soup into a plate and curl in the bed. I do not like fishing, dad, it hurts to be fish too. It is easily, probably, only to those who do not die. And I am not ashamed to talk about my feelings loudly, it’s a shame to hide yourself from them, but to give out to others. And my music is always a run on needles, if you heard it once - do not give it to others. I thought birds see life, fish have a voice. The edge of the rain strip is divided by the film by "for" and "against". I turned out to be just a crazy with a ticket to the airbus, and the music became me like a terrible doping. I thought birds see life, fish have a voice. The edge of the rain strip is divided by the film by "for" and "against". I turned out to be just a crazy with a ticket to the airbus, and the music became me like a terrible doping. I was able to master only a track without a mother, sorry. Torn muscles are looking for a trace to turn on the light to us. I do not want, but I add a conscience forever into the wound. I compose many words, but I do not give an answer. This life touched all of us with a sonorous blow of Gong, and I have not met angels among people, so for sure. There are angels near people, I do not look for them anymore, and an excess look at heaven only puts an ellipsis. But there are tens of thousands of kilometers around the night. The draft rape the hinge, presses on the strings of the neck, looking at the ceiling, I count dust, draw lines. I can’t fall asleep today, glue the brain to rhymes. Between the utopia and happiness, running along a thin fishing line, between the earth and the sky, the abyss in our heads. If once God decides that I am superfluous on Earth, let him cut out life with a chisel and put a flag. So designating for others that sin burns the soul so that the wild beast learns to move outside the barriers. I always rush forward, climb, I want to be better. Where a man was mistaken, God was right. I thought birds see life, fish have a voice. The edge of the rain strip is divided by the film by "for" and "against". I turned out to be just a crazy with a ticket to the airbus, and the music became me like a terrible doping. I thought birds see life, fish have a voice. The edge of the rain strip is divided by the film by "for" and "against". I turned out to be just a crazy with a ticket to the airbus, and the music became me like a terrible doping. I thought birds see life, fish have a voice. The edge of the rain strip is divided by the film by "for" and "against". I turned out to be just a psycho with a ticket to the airbus, and my music became all like a terrible doping