GROMIGROM - ВЕТРОВКИ - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

the eyes remember, they remember the sensations of that broken soul that the mind will fill after arranging the faces in the places of life, decomposing the concepts of falling “like a bird” - for us to take off and fall, then crash, in order to understand and feel everything that he himself experienced in a decrepit closet against the backdrop of old photo wallpapers , where my friend vomited blood on the damn walls - here it is, the sea in the fuck to eat from the booth, placing half of the crumpled soul from the fate of the mistress, let’s put more air in our nostrils and maybe we’ll understand why the fuck we should live blindly now; to blind or put together from memory our mind collected through garages, through floors, just breathe and we will understand how to dully set off with the wind through the concepts of falling “like a bird” - to take off and fall for us, then crash; through the concept of falling “like a bird” - we take off and fall, then crash; after all, we all see how destinies are burning - in the faces of the damned outfit, this is what reason gives you far from here and will not save us against the backdrop of our Mirovsky ship, where there is hunger on the dishes and the cold that presses the voice directly on the strings; and we run and run and what the hell do you need, sir? now, I'll post it here

through the concept of falling “like a bird” - we take off and fall, then crash; through the concept of falling “like a bird” - we take off and fall, then crash;

through the concept of falling “like a bird” - we take off and fall, then crash; through the concept of falling “like a bird” - we take off and fall, then crash;