Bezza - Брат - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I will get out of the house, around, it is painful to be painful, winter like a coma, snowy, cold shackles will call.

Someone asks how to do it, normally, he will say that it will make noise later I am always glad to hear my brother.

Cold walls, smoked air have its own scheme, thoughts on paper and for freedom need time.

Then he did not believe that he said that he knew everything, he did not strive not anywhere but someone still punished him.

Being in the hospital ward, and the white ceiling, I got a bell, I ran through my body like a current.

Mom called, she landed, she said it, I always knew him the same as I am stubborn from life.

I have bandages on the phone from him, and now the bats and text, let's say with short life.

He has gratings, and check in the morning, do not take an example from my brother, I know what my mom is doing.

Flows through the fingers like sand

Marates thoughts about life, in a cage leaflet

You are here I will be here soon everything will be different

Happy birthday, I continue to wait for you.

Time flows, through fingers like sand

Marates thoughts about life, in a cage leaflet

You are here I will be here soon everything will be different

Happy birthday, I continue to wait for you. (2x)

On February 23, SMS will come with a holiday, however, as always, as always, these years.

And you remember the brother then poured together on the board, we laughed and talked about what should not be here.

When I was younger, plus youthful maximalism, and you always said if you have been the present brother and fight.

Fight for what you believe in, and do not take an example from me.

Outside the window, the last evening of that September.

A piece of plastic, filled with a corrupt laughter, then we did not consider a brother because we do not do.

Then we did not know how this fate would turn, then we did not know where these years would go.

Becoming older, you were aware of each, you were behind bars.

And in the Repe, they are waiting for you to tell me everything is fine.

The sky has long changed, this fucking cage, and each in its own way will fly the main thing that would be in the wind.

This Beat Off, absorbed the sunset again, came the castles, closed, you wrote something again.

You will take the phone again, and the number has long been in your memory, soon these fucking cameras will replace your home house.

Time flows, through fingers like sand

Marates thoughts about life, in a cage leaflet

You are here I will be here soon everything will be different

Happy birthday, I continue to wait for you. (3x)

Stop the record, the track will stop running

I will smoke a cigarette with a feeling of light jacket

I will not stop waiting, you know the bro, I am always in touch, happy birthday again, patience of my brother’s health.