Homo Patience - ЗВ 2 - Золушка - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

A tempting appearance

Part 2. Cinderella

Instrumental: Raekwon - NEW WU

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"It's good that we at least animals did not give what we have. I just can't imagine this picture: a bear, he wants a new fur coat, stands on the track and sucks other people's paws. "

People, what do you need?

That there are few of them choosing, all their lives, but for each whiming services in an excess - and warm comfort, and burning tours, so that the butterflies flew quietly to the capital: where the spent in nature will remain at the peak by a storm; where the fairy has in crystal shoes, selling them with a discount for half a texture; where taking a little shopping in the store - looking at the bills, it is not very proud of its hardworking of the coagurgate Moula a bad actress of the hotel ramps, which played the priestess of love by the absence; where immediately behind the storms of the nights of the night you will learn with laughter, then the pair of tears is fronied; Where is the choice of comprehensive - Night Haltury Wanted the Prince and Membership in the hospital; Where scary to cramps, looking at the darling in dolls, not seeing life, because we are quietly - a lot of profuduclei for an undifferential and intense, settled in the servants to Pakukaneg Network Services: In order for every day to plow prospectively, vanity to the profit; To return to the house, it's wondering that Koni did not throw; So that all weekend in the late comfort to her, light not seeing, Taldych science with a mysterious view and rear thoughts feel the truth: appearance - an illusion, the magic of the feeling that pulls the magnet on a bright outbreak, the consciousness on the moment climbing the velocity ... and other gil ... but here's getting nearing Morning: Pascut alarm clock chambers will wake, where a cute priestess of sciences will be wrapped in a doll by a puzzle, having half-frightened, the lips in the last gusts of the fight with the elements will push the lips, confusing in thoughts: that will be invincible. then it seems to be stoken by this dirty boat - because there are no saviors, SOS to bother them - only in the following moment the horizon will clear up, the head will find on the wet pillow, but it's hard to wear up, skipping the light, to, look to the clock, with a murderous look at the clock and wash Go

People, what do you need?

You don't have little choice, the full boredom, you are allegorically, you want to see, hiding from clouds, as such an unenviable fate will comprehend from other unhappiness, when it seems to the shower of elements to fall into full force, but, sitting under the roof, looking out of gramuga, like hiding the macushkin in the package package, adding carcasses to a foggy haze, followed by the passers around the scuffle on the puddles of crystal shoes, the joy not feeling, catching themselves that such an enviable liveliness would often see, and if there is a similar life - then only life Self. But that ghost already disappeared.

Thought of obsessive clouds are circling, but you disappeared from them to the shell, and there is no way out ...

No and will not.