Crack All - Слепая зона - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

1 part.

1 verse (Nikita Gruli):

This track is not for you.

This world is not for us.

But was it my whim, huh?

It’s not at least waking up every day.

And why am I waiting for you, C#to#?

After all, the fireplace has already gone out, and all the notes are played,

Without falsehood.

How can I meet the dawn if everything has become unimportant?

Memory breaks the rotting skull, take it, he is all yours,

Take and drawn up a leaflet

With verses, it is saturated with tears and pain,

And there were few tears in me

However, enough to drown yourself in the bathroom,

How I drown my#b#ln#k,

Buhim, in a plate with a salad,

Hoping that I will not meet tomorrow, I won’t find you in my head

This void cannot be filled in any way,

I’d better create a double

And I will give him everything to the last drop,

Be with her, creatures, but it is unlikely to me with her

Do not become what I became

Crippled by fate, weed

I can only bargain on you ...

Like a homeless dog.

After all, I became no one. I look at you - you are alive

And look at me? - empty mannequin

If suddenly a chance is given

Return everything back

I will become like a dog I

Bake your teeth.

Go fuck all.

And don't remember.

2 verse (Vlad chrome):

I open, lying in the bathroom, cutting my veins,

I do not feel warm and fall asleep.

I am ground to tears, spraying blood on the walls,

I did not appreciate the minutes of happiness, you were just priceless.

I drowned the pain in the glass, while under us is a thin ice,

For taverns, but you laughed like a life like a joke.

For now, the way, my soul, because I will throw the body into the fire,

You manage unprinciply only thoughts in spite.

I am the captain of my ship, only pulls him down,

Swim through the clouds, through the stars, breaking through between the ice floes,

But there is no strength to pretend, I will tear my heart out of the sternum,

So that not one for me more with# K# does not break into pieces.

And I was looking for you with my eyes, stones crushed through the temples,

Stracks of knowledge spilled, only the pain remained with us.

And not a drop of compassion, only anger is accumulating in me.

Where to find a shelter for the heart? After all, they are not in the world.

I can’t get out of this abyss, everywhere only darkness.

And you crush me with stones, destroy, I'm wildly glad

It hurts, I do not care, I will not become the same,

Beautiful quilted roses, either there are no tender arms.

Falling asleep in the dark, not to find me more than the light,

This zone is drawn to me, where all people are blind around.

You burst into my body - a spiritual session.

I took my whole soul and now not to get up.

My script for this life ends easily,

Hands in silence, breaking between the winds.

They so want to see sketches for actresses.

I do not care about pain, I play everything "on the bis."

I open, lying in the bathroom, cutting my veins,

I do not feel warm and fall asleep.

I am ground to tears, spraying blood on the walls,

I did not appreciate the minutes of happiness, you were just priceless.

2 part.

Chorus (Nikita Gruli):

We will show you a movie, so hold on to cinema

You climbed to the top, but the top is bonsai

And from this blow, every person will be paralyzed

Music for you, as if a blind area

Board (Vlad chrome):

Chrome on bits - serve a catacomb, let's fall asleep, we go hunting,

In order to remove everyone in the wand for any, in this round of rivals we take out soundly.

We fly into a repituation, because we are ahead of one hundred light.

This audience has not seen this, we are now high, because rivals are afraid of heights.

Go under the veil, I do not see bloodied brains,

And he covers the new one, preventing me from cooling, in this battle I speak out to the bit. (Bryai)

Formadegild and a mist we hang out like rags by columns.

Penetrating in the brains, we force to download - everyone in the head.

You can’t overtake us, if not to twist, we fly to the fifth round, we are not on the way.

You have a way out - this is only to leave, but we will be endlessly for the morning.

I divorce your chick, like a trucker, Crak Al is so rinsing with hoses,

She has fun with us, she laughs so much, but her boyfriend comes, Equet Oblucer.

The fourth round is your ceiling, the monotonous x ## n#nobody rushes here.

It is not even clear how you have so many points if the myst is constantly not passing.

You do not have technology, this is for a joke. Where are your panchs? Where is your Floo?
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