ENGO GoldBattle - 1 - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

(Hello! I already wrote my poems to you ... but I didn’t get an answer. In addition to an awkward phrase that the electric train does not go from the bottom up and the poems will not publish ... yes, I'm lyrics ... so?!)

Confession, which has become a spark;

Life that has become a prize;

The movement of unrecognized from the bottom.

Movement - it makes sense !!

And the ranges have the only chance to become,

The only chance to success, there are no others!

The stream of rhyme is not aimed at the bifal

Faith in a dream is a panacea! .. In her salvation!

I travel like a frog with a flock of geese.

With all the force, the cut of the face,

In the scarlet fog, we fell and did not get up.

I want to go through the distance to success.

They say I moved, but in the depths of my pocket

I have a printing table of ranks.

Runned wounds do not heal

Of these, like a cow, a cow is from a crane!

I saw the faces of men and women crazy,

I saw the bare shoulders of Fortune ...

Her red lips and clean heart ...

My quintessence, quantum of mercy!

Torn nerves. Capturing success.

Make the norm in excess ... I remember the rank of ranks by heart,

She gives a chance for any success!

Hands are shaking from the cold, but do not freeze!

I want to be heard

I have something to say!

I'm not here for the prize, a strip of recognition!

In the sky they said they believe in me!

In the sky they said they know. Not for the prize!

They didn’t ...

Never save the one who saved everyone!

My path is long, because I am not a sappan!

But we are together, believe in miracles ...

Heaven hangs and I am faithful to them!

Thanks to the losses, my shore beyond the horizon,

The horizon will not be the limit ...

Thanks for the honor and for the courage.

Thanks for the snow melting white, and a step forward ...

Thanks for Vera! For a chance to get out in the first!

(I already wrote my poems to you ... but I didn’t get an answer. In addition to an awkward phrase, that the train does not go from the bottom up and the poems will not publish ... but you know, a habit of ranks is my chance to achieve at least something ... and You know, I will fight!)