Митяй - Программа жизни - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

And again, in the throat in the throat, a lumpy with a smoke is full of a broken forgotten soul as an open door,

At night, the throat in the afternoon woke up in the afternoon, as if a coma would throw his hand in a sweat suddenly take the bitch the plane itself,

Life goes with its program adding a color scheme I don’t want to just get confused,

Explorely outline the picture, do not forget about that plate of chairs, I'm rumpled, but it's nice to be not clear to you,

-Chorus

You will smoke to quench the pain

After all, life is like a thin thread well, stop you to ache

-Bulet 2

I remember white wallpapers this black dishes song about the watchman in my eyes is difficult, it is difficult

Deeply climbed into the soul, I do not listen to the soul, listen to you funny, the son has grown up very early,

Rain on the roofs, those who heard the smell of the morning spring through the old houses went for many weeks,

For a year after year, everyone flew, people greatly matured only that inscription with paint the world will no longer become a fairy tale.