Копюшон - Когда уйдем - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

When we leave all fuck, there will be less questions to us,

How much I thought about life, how much this search is accommodated,

Glass balcony, wings, floors of Khrushchev, on the head hood, where I stand in the rain.

And maybe this is a saga, to tie his life with excitement, smoking and exhaling and sleep in this little bedroom.

It is Russia - it's cold here, sleep on the hatches of pigeons, I am 18, but it hurts, and there will be a bomb ahead.

I ahead of many part of the errors. Moreover, the old green ural is no longer rides over the field, and I told my thoughts not to sleep this night, but my uneven handwriting lives in this notebook.

As the origami, my city, and who did not see - did not understand, the Miass Holy Will river, which manites me from home.

Searching for something new, wandering in the center of Chelyab, looking into the eyes of passersby, where I feel skin.

Emphysems fell out the horizon red, birds return, and in the eyes of my happiness, and all your calibium I saw on the goalkeeper, stupidly took and sat down, stupidly prayed, but did not bother.

And the headlines of newspapers, run there where laughter, in the portfolio all managed to run from Sires Sounds

Along the unfamiliar wall, my left eye blind, I ate it all, I ate it all ...

And until the morning no cry at the sight of blood, my appearance no longer robit, only the Internet and that janitor, something signal to the hibernation, we all burn like matches, and this spichy, the habit of personal.

Where are the water penit, and goosebumps are buried, our life shirt is short and torn.

We are wounded by sidewalks, where they went down, and my tracks are such and I ask them.

On the fourths, I also broke me my brain, who heard my days and melted them like wax?

Mom in a low voice, quietly, I fell asleep on my knees, did not know what I believe and how to check us time.

I will go posture, and Sanya, which picked up this night, it cripples me, but I should help me.

White crosses in meat, and in the head questions - what is my rap that is capable of and how can I stay here?

The fingers slide on the spokes of the wheel with the name of life, the eyes look down - on the reflection in the pool.

I dragged the hood in the rain, so that he heard and did not go anywhere, at least in this life ...

The wind struck the windbreaker, scored me in the back of the nails, finding the road to the touch, wounded - but it was!

I gave me the shoals of free birds to this night, and I just went, my eyes hiding a hood ..

The wind struck the windbreaker, scored me in the back of the nails, finding the road to the touch, wounded - but it was!

I gave me the shoals of free birds to this night, and I just went, my eyes hiding a hood.