ТриТипа - Не убей себя - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

here I was chasing everything for Lave and exchanged my laughter for a trembling destiny - to be silent

Musara - print on the door,

And in the courage there is a chance to grow up in 15

world. work. May.

So pricked calls to get up and go out the door,

Look, romance there

Here are the entrances and trash

So small night to play

But Bayan did not pull loved ones

I met a wounded dawn

Wet sidewalks, fast cars,

Somewhere under the edge

We postponed the changes for later

I threw a ring, I'm not married and I'm simple, hear?

The shame was hit in the eyes that I whispered to someone "we must be kinder," and he broke the bones to them.

Who are we all, if not guests?

spit in a fucking and teach me to live here according to GOST

I will put my hand, put on the bracelets myself, sit down for my flights.

God asked so condemningly: who are you?

I sung the crosses and in the courtyard went higher through the wet,

The area met with rain, graduation,

And we no longer cry, because we are still alive with your soul.

Chorus x2

Do not kill yourself in the soul

Do not sell your feelings

stay in this stream of people,

Even if tears and souls are so empty -

We will meet this wind of change together.

revenge:

dramas, the fate of people who were a winter cold,

I wish you peace and warm, like dinner

For the sake of forgotten words in June in the backyard, I then broke the whole punks for you.

peace Labor may. It's funny here with my subtext,

On the pads of the button accordion, there love flows through the veins,

And if you meet me there and I will be drunk,

These are all jokes, brother, I'm just tired after the shift

It somehow became difficult for me, these walls are terribly crushed,

And paranoia pursues my every step under the plan.

Yes, fucked up, there is simply no love, only prostitutes fuck me with calls, they say it is too early to marry.

And you yourself will live up to 30 at least? So that there is a fuck who has a car there. why are you silent? You don't know who the man is.

And I know who fucks you in rented apartments.

TS, quieter, once again the world, and labor, and May,

Everyone will find his own, for each fabulous paradise.

Why are you sad? I just joked, probably. I have no right to push you here