Триада - Жми Play - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

My player chewed cassettes with music not for everyone.

And many years have passed, but the rhythm left its previous speed.

And I could listen to the same one hundred times,

Where a hoarse voice falls on the bats.

In this bottomless sea of ​​life stories, the tone of tracks solves everything,

What is he? Is it calm?

He drives adrenaline on her own, blows into the sails of the wind.

There is so much time and I write again until the morning.

You just do not rush to wash it.

If in the soul of February, the time where we will remove the sweater are not far off.

And I will dilute these sad motives with crunch of bass, rhythms of Rasta music.

You just don't wash! And don't think that my style is "sad"

You just have to always start with something.

Listen, I'm just a voice in the player, which many do not care.

But I am with you until the battery sat down.

Click Play! You see, the sunset slowly smolders, in unison on the right and left, it will immerse into a dream.

The world is no longer the same, people are not the same, but do not regret, if on the right on the belt there is a player - press Play.

Play Play, if, the sunset smolders slowly, in unison on the right and left, it will immerse it in a dream.

The world is no longer the same, people are not the same, but do not regret it. If there are a couple of tracks on the display - press Play.

Rumping a cassette with a pencil is a special buzz, this was a soul.

What now? - In the pocket of gigabytes, no magnetic tape - iPads, microcircuits, boards.

All artists are talents, everyone removes and write. Do not try to survive, but are played, if only

Shut up more views for likes for yourself, fast them, and I know the same thousands.

This pseudo -knowing is tearing them off the roof. Fashionable recipe, initially twice sour.

The muse in my player behaves quieter. They did not listen to fame, but those who were believed.

Those who hurt and who shared it. Passes that helped in difficult times.

The world is no longer the same, people are not the same - do not regret, there is still someone to believe - press Play!

Click Play! You see, the sunset slowly smolders, in unison on the right and left, it will immerse into a dream.

The world is no longer the same, people are not the same, but do not regret, if on the right on the belt there is a player - press Play.

Play Play, if, the sunset smolders slowly, in unison on the right and left, it will immerse it in a dream.

The world is no longer the same, people are not the same, but do not regret it. If there are a couple of tracks on the display - press Play.

Your player is my portrait of Dorian Gray.

He smolders from all new undertakings and in a dream I will be able to convey the essence of ideas, I hope

Remember me always when you press Play.

After all, to me to revive my songs of songs -

From the outside it is hardly possible to extract naturally.

All these thoughts, feelings and means.

One thing is known: to shred yourself while you remember.

Cut your emotions, tear the heart into pieces.

Taking out nerves, string them finely on the strings.

With each new word, a new gray strand,

The new phrase will show wrinkles.

One line flow, the other, third, verse.

Inhales into life in you, pushing me to death.

It is important for me to know that everything is not in vain, but you do not regret it.

Find my track on the display, click Play!

Click Play! You see, the sunset slowly smolders, in unison on the right and left, it will immerse into a dream.

The world is no longer the same, people are not the same, but do not regret, if on the right on the belt there is a player - press Play.

Play Play, if, the sunset smolders slowly, in unison on the right and left, it will immerse it in a dream.

The world is no longer the same, people are not the same, but do not regret it. If there are a couple of tracks on the display - press Play.