Kate Toropina - Моя истина. - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

People are cruel, let's talk about the truth.

How we are burning at every pain stage.

We all hurt, regardless of "later"

Yes, you went to hell with your smelly mouth.

We are not in vain say "it is very painful in our souls."

All words are false, like lipstick Yves Rocher.

People hurt in a word, even what they consider a thief.

Surrounded by shame, everyone who threw his eyes.

But you remember the family and do not forget about them. In difficult times, you give your hand to your mom.

Always know that she will help you. Even if, you get a pussy on the face.

So what? Never give up.

Snotting showdowns are such nonsense.

Oh yes .. and a bruise under the eye - it does not matter ..

Thigh cancer, more serious about things ..

Each person has several friends who will support and will not say, “Ah, forget it ..” will spread everything on the shelves and explain everything really.

Each bastard will play a duel with God.

Andegraund, we passed almost the entire round, this sound will wrap a critic not a little. Well, by the way, do everything you want. Or soon, you will fly to shreds.

The weather in Sochi is not interesting to anyone.

We are in Russia and we are not at all close here.

God, what? I wrote this track.

There are not many rhymes here and quite a few ..