ExciterGP - Зона черного цвета - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I woke up and saw all this. As if someone had taken a smile out of this world. It’s as if a creepy doctor came to this earth and pumped out everything colored with a syringe. A gray veil covered the streets, and there was a whisper in my head that said: “There are moments when you can’t smile.”

The world minus seven colors.

The battery is cold.

There is bad manners outside the window,

And the artist is older than the canvas.

Poor cat. Cardboard coffin.

Medicines have the opposite effect.

It's not easy to give, but it's easy to take.

The open heart suddenly became a hiding place.

There are no words for the verse.

The beloved home is broken under the weight of the past decades.

The outline of wrinkles often emanates from mirrors,

It is in vain that doctors search for catharsis among reference books.

The dog is in the middle of the stopping distance.

The desire in a dream to see a dream in the flesh is in vain.

After the quarrel, your phone became even more dead than you.

A noose will gently wrap around her neck.

I went outside and realized that not a single one of me was affected by this. People walked everywhere with their lips turned into dashes. A child was crying on a bench nearby. He raised his eyes and, looking at me, said that his parents were getting a divorce. I wanted to smile and say that everything would be fine, but it was not that moment.

Six-string without six strings.

The Magi forgot the meaning of the runes.

The magician is sad. With keen eyes

The viewer unraveled his work.

I'm trying to see the sky through the smog.

The monk was able to become a clown.

The mercury is creeping past 36.6.

On the wall of the temple, paint three times “six”.

Return plane home.

Your family is not eternal and is floating under the yoke of the Moira.

Captain Peredoz leads the ship onto the rocks.

The social cell has experienced mitosis.

The orphanage resident constantly looks at the door.

The inability to change your pastoral to Broadway.

A bullet in the lonely heart of a rare beast.

A deceiver once told me: “Nowadays there is no one to trust.”

The world has gone black. People saw the flaws in existence. Whoever wasted his life without knowing sadness was now sad that he had wasted his life. Dead people wandered around and muttered something under their breath, and only one man, passing by me, asked himself a reasonable question: “What should I do?”

Weekday. Gloomy rep.

Light in the window. Someone is awake.

There is a broken thread in the lamp.

The loser continues to blame everyone for everything.

The tracklist gives out the minor.

Wine is full of bitter truths.

At the end of the film the hero dies.

An asteroid is approaching the planet.

Evil has taken revenge.

A memorable landscape destroyed for construction.

The competitor became the king. Jesus had the cup

And Father will at least pour you a glass.

I remember the taste of blood in my mouth.

The karma of some leads to the top, while the majority will rot in hell.

Not a single answer to the question.

After the white stripe there is a black zone.