мозги - Вертолет - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The sky is all in the stars, beautiful faces. We are endless, we are without borders. Empty sounds control us. Hands over their heads. Music flies behind us. Hands over their heads. Music flies behind us. Hands over their heads. Pulls down, a dead load. This is my life, but I do not give up. Seeing us both, he will take it about. And it will open his eyes, music is my helicopter. Yes, yes, yes ... pulls you, like a stone to the bottom ... a load. The trabels are lying on the head, like a domino ... ace. It presses, like a press, to show off cars ... cargo. But I do not give up, I entered in life ... Taste. Take places, leave everything bad at home. A star caught fire over a burning sky. I know this is she, her blades beat her ears. I know, this is she and she is already flying to us. The sky is all in the stars, beautiful faces. We are endless, we are without borders. Empty sounds control us. Hands over their heads. Music flies behind us. Hands over their heads. Music flies behind us. Hands over their heads. Pulls down, a dead load. This is my life, but I do not give up. Seeing us both, he will take it about. And it will open his eyes, music is my helicopter. Yes, yes, yes ... an advertisement on the brain is pressing, and spam torments ... a load. I ran like that, but my width is still there ... sadness. Tears do not drip, pixels are dripping ... Cap. Hip-hop posters have long faded ... glad. Take places, leave everything bad at home. A star caught fire over a burning sky. I know, this is she, the blades are beaten in the ears. I know that she and she already flies to us. The sky is all in the stars, beautiful faces. We are endless, we are without borders. Empty sounds control us. Hands over their heads. Music flies behind us. Hands over their heads. Music flies behind us. Hands…