Kobe ft. Screede - Горящий дом - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Screen FT. Kobe - Eternally burning house

Intro (kobe):

I am an eternally burning house, it carries a wind somewhere

If you want to catch up with me, the truth is hidden behind this

The captain of America is so loud, she believed a little

White raised color

And then it was a victory

Included, standby mode

Moreover, love is forever connected

The result, our burning house

Kobe:

They quarreled again, something was not that they diverged in the corners, slamming the door, going down to the bottom, soon I will not be in the trash, I am no longer pulling me, in a burning house

Brother Rack., To shatter and your nonsense, all the propet

There are no troubles like victories, leaving the house I escap

Between us is a fortress, closed doors, an abyss

We go ... just believe me on the record, this is a request

Morning, day, night like Sidney Sheldon

And only, day-itch, not Sherlock Seeker

Chorus:

These days, again by regime

You pull a mine, heaviness of minutes

You say dear, and we are not alone

These days, again by regime

You pull a mine, heaviness of minutes

You say dear, and we are not alone

Screede:

We became a mystery as a picture of Mona Lisa

It’s funny in places but as you can see you are not used to it

I am not subdued, what did you think in return?

Get to your question I say I'm stupid or not?

It was just enough to look to captivate me.

I just wanted to stand at all nearby.

You are my world. And now since then in a gloom.

Leave it or our yin and yan.

I do not take a step as if in a mat.

You gave a sign. I did not understand the fact.

This is a papov party you are a storm. In my soul

your eyes were divorced. Once we do not fit a friend

to a friend.hm we defeated the hearts.

Not experienced. In our hands, everything is even a blue sky in soot.

I would be secluded. And a century with you. For the waves to swim. Il

Our youth will be held in clubs by parties but

I seemed to be a nihilist and against love

but we built everyday life as we could but all the same. I.

Chorus:

These days, again by regime

You pull a mine, heaviness of minutes

You say dear, and we are not alone

These days, again by regime

You pull a mine, heaviness of minutes

You say dear, and we are not alone