BP Broth. ft. Кёрт - Тишина - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Chorus: Everyone goes their own way

expensive and short -lived or cheap and long just to find yourself

Forget about thoughts for a while listen to my lines and legs yourself will bring you to where the star

Davi for gas, after all, the time of the weak hates you yourself will understand what you want where the dream awaits and for me happiness is that no one sees it closer to the best medicine silence

When I feel bad, I'm ready to share with you silence cuts veins

Thoughts of number

the dreams of the said words and incomprehensible actions

Frankly, I will answer you the same

would return that winter, return it in early May the price of freedom while everything is melting

I am a lone wolf of my hands as if constrained by a chain I am left alone and it is inevitable

I am your killer and a doctor Music to painfully, the strange changes my life to the anguish to the sadness of the sadness and this is either you and we just thought out so far

Smoke from cigarettes coffee everything is old

Leave or change this is my right, but I like to sit quietly on the roof of my house to stick on high -rings, clouds, areas

Chorus: Everyone goes their own way

expensive and short -lived or cheap and long just to find yourself

Forget about thoughts for a while listen to my lines and legs yourself will bring you to where the star

Davi for gas, after all, the time of the weak hates you yourself will understand what you want where the dream awaits and for me happiness is that no one sees it closer to the best medicine silence

Around me is emptiness, feeling art yes

People all in masks and paints of sun was blurred by longing

I am your killer and a mother of music.

at least in a dream there only a wolf grown me there

In the morning, I seem to be crowded with sand by evening legs in a vice, the pain comes in the temple area

with micro in my hands, I wait for a throw, but people wound with glances stronger than all the troops

and let me break the word for the whip I have grown in the truth

Here it is in the form of a sprout

you all fight because of a miserable earth of the piece and at the sight of the death of a friend a whisper, let him go

but I'm not of such fucking nonsense to take the eye

that the words of love and the hour of truth expect from you

And if I leave before I supposed I hope all the same that it does not happen tomorrow

Chorus: Everyone goes their own way

expensive and short -lived or cheap and long just to find yourself

Forget about thoughts for a while listen to my lines and legs yourself will bring you to where the star

Davi for gas, after all, the time of the weak hates you yourself will understand what you want where the dream awaits and for me happiness is that no one sees it closer to the best medicine silence