Баста и Смоки Мо - Вера - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Lyrics of the song Basta and Smokey Mo - Vera

The sky cries, and therefore my angel is crying about me, and I burn in the dark, as if the torch is high and we ourselves pay for everything, but I believe, my faith is waiting for me in a white wedding dress, the sky cries, and therefore, about My angel is crying for me darkness, and I burn in the dark, as if the torch is high and we ourselves pay for everything, but I believe, my faith is waiting for me in a white wedding dress

Day, day, and I wouldn’t get up here, but there’s no stairs to the stairs, the stone forest left me sharp strings, cut my fingers with six sharp blades to burn life always with someone but where to get your heart, which will accommodate all your pain ? It’s hard to climb up the sheer one - we will not see the pain and resentment as a bullet to the departure of the mail is empty along the clouds and I am tired of it is silent, and all the time the hearth -fraudulent, like a red -hot baking sheet, like a rabbit, is strangled with this concrete concrete, we are strangled You are inclined to complicate everything, you just inspire you, but one obviously one thing, you just don’t argue, it’s easy to seem better against the background of the fallen, but the Creator communes us from one bowl increasingly penetrates inside, and already spit on the money in packs and what to get dirty Hands from good - good, from evil - ash from heat - warm, from the heart of the muscle we run on dawn on hot ground if that - we will meet here in a thousand years

The sky cries, and therefore my angel is crying about me, and I burn in the dark, as if the torch is high and we ourselves pay for everything, but I believe, my faith is waiting for me in a white wedding dress

My life is like a deep puff, let me find myself in heaven, I laugh from the heart and if I am still there, on the dark side, then let the securities in white take me to the world that I am not the same, but their words fly past my ears because I am flying past The ears are fed up with this, I’m not the same, on the new courage, God is a conductor and I am one of his restless protruds erased my memory, so I just believe the prints when the time comes is closed in himself, but I got to many with songs, I drank to many in one gulp, but not in himself, they barely kept his legs, because the devil cunning is damn playing his role perfectly, criticism, give an Oscar to this fool another and here you are exhausted slave to surrender and in addition to his master "I am" - these are not just words " I am " - this feeling will make you wake up and get up, I do not act of those who will silently wait for the miracles of the brother nearby, intersects on the topic, how the cross this song is simple for my brothers and enemies let this song redeem at least part of the sins let this song let this song at least part of the shackles will break and let it be easy lying to all the shores, amin

The sky cries, and therefore my angel is crying about me, and I burn in the dark, as if the torch is high and we ourselves pay for everything, but I believe, my faith is waiting for me in a white wedding dress