Баста и Город 312 - Обернись, Я Не Встану Без Твоей Руки - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Cars are slowly swimming or piles on miles mobile lazily misses calls to the right numbers, alas - long beeps of intimacy reveals the secrets of other people's souls who knows mine - answer the city noise, I am choking, I am flying, wrapping themselves in a sail, they do not know me - they do not know me - they do not know me - they do not know me - they do not know me I learned to hide myself from my eyes Open Open the notebook, the Muse of the Charter from overloads gives out instead of bright patterns, used garbage when there is no strength to be persistent when everything that I built became ruins, fragments when I spit on the fact that there I want to run away from everything - but nothing is nothing There is someone who can help - outside the access zone I am in the center of the metropolis, as on the edge of the abyss and I want to scream everything in spite of saving me - I can’t get up without your hand! Turn around, I can’t get up without your hand not to hear the beating of my heart, I can’t get up without your hand on the cold winds, not to warm up ... among millions of people, completely one night flow into days, changing the calendars instead of helping someone who is stuck We pass by, hiding himself under the makeup, the labyrinth drives people at a dead end urban longing in the compartments of pyramids from concrete slabs all this is obvious, but nothing to change by placing an avatar on the network and a funny nickname is modeled by a parallel illusory world, he did not go into the evening in the evening She removed the air, she removed herself, by pressing Delete all this like the canvases of Salvador Dali are looking for answers outside, but there is no one to blame the answers inside - you will wait for someone to call and ask: how are you an old man? Past people, past the windows in the dust past the one who is also lonely like you can hear a stifled scream: turn around, I can’t get up without your hand ... Turn around, I don’t get up without your hand, not to hear the beating of my heart, I can’t get up without you without your hand. Your hands on cold winds do not warm up noisy streets, close cities will be charred, noisy streets will hide into nowhere, the time at a big price will be charged, squeezes the temples more tightly ... Wrap, I can’t get up without your hand, turn around, I can turn around, Do not get up without your hand on the cold winds, do not warm up wrap up ...