ЛСП - плевок в весность - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Chorus: You can take my money - it's a trifle for me. You can take my women - you won't take my courage. You can take my goals - if you know what to do with them. You cannot alone - catch this my spit to eternity. And you fly, fly, fly. Do not dry by halfway. Fly, fly, fly. There, where I do not walk. And you fly, fly, fly. Arrows tick - tick, tick, tick.

I will try to get around this spit in eternity without finishing the jump in eternity, earlier than given. In general, I would like to finish in eternity, but for a long time. It managed to someone, judging by the Milky Way. I hate to repeat - and my style flies to eternity. Away from those who have no case before him, my verse. In black space, it seems so white, My Spit Into Eternity, you will not remember it tomorrow. When the next feature plot the new figure in your still waters. And where is Eternity? Here, except for numbers and numbers everything is useless. My people crush buckwheat behind the monitor, tired of it and the lack of iron in his pockets. I have been writing songs here since childhood, and I'm not a coward - if Jesus is, and there is a court, I will say so: chorus

I lost in them, like. In three pines, I call them - Pussy, Money, Weed. Get on the stars, how not to catch them when they scream me - "catch"? On the sides sticking the pits like plasticine. Thrink-grass trails sworn. There are rubles from the sky, and the life is a short bitch - Avril avalante ... And here I am flying the spit. In eternity, among meteorite avalanche. It is a pity that we are not on the way, and in eternity. It will fly one. Chorus