Вася Кимо - Засыпай - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Anton Rapley

With every new day, with every new ...

With every new day, more and more ransom, continuing in the bedroom gray scandas, will again lupash and stick again, it would be better if I did not know what it happens,

Kaif ... Comfortable is a rastrous, depends on the quantity and regime, hold your hands, your life burn, an attacked look, entrance, floors, floors,

A bunch of words and we would have given better ears along the neck, for a long time I did not observe the buckets, the old floor lamp was broken from the nerves, I got tired of the trench, although it became older, rushing even stronger, and let me be stronger, and let me be Just in a moment in your life, know that at that moment I will fuck me, the rest of the thing so run.

Fall asleep your life in kalpak and burn,

She really rushes, not well, but e,

fall asleep your life in kalpak and burn,

We will write such songs more.

Vasya Kimo

Look into the eyes if the hearts are burned,

From the seventh to the porch, we learn to fly so much, be silent in response, when we need to break the silence, and teach life, if I run on the edge, I remember, I believe, I'm sorry for the gray hair, here is winter again, I was ill, experienced, it happened, it happened.

But again, snow in fucked, tralleibuses, metro, basements, I brought everyone sharply exchanging for silence,

But in the morning earlier, where the wind shakes the frame, and I just sent a fuck in a couple,

What is the name of me and someone has become opposite for me, I understood everything when I broke the snow past the windows,

Time is not a doctor, Kent chose other injections, my icons will break out wax and I promise to remember .. I promise to remember, I promise to remember ...

Fall asleep your life in kalpak and burn,

She really rushes, not well, but e,

fall asleep your life in kalpak and burn,

We will write such songs more.

Dima Diamon

Dahuya, I sometimes think that there is nothing to write about, I stick under the bits, I circle on the courage,

On the quarter, again, the snow dreamed of spring, but not with her, there are so many whores around, sad,

Here, these kneels inspire, on the microphone there are three lazy MS, we hang in the studio, write on the house of the Prod, behind the back of the normal boys e,

I’m not a star for sure, stars on the uniform, the star is caught by the gandons and I do not know who they are, who they were before, they still remember the areas of the EU,

This city does not know the laws, this city does not know for friendship well, the blasphemy is, when the Kents are merged by the shelf, in pursuit of happiness the moment is already open,

Give me a crab Braz, if you are not a cop ... If you are not a cop.