Koss atka - Витрина жизни - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

He was told that he was in essence he was weak, rushed into it always stones with the words, the slave "in torn clothes always came home, in fact, even the house served him a bloody prison, a cassette player and headphones bed was not removed, Bruza posters And some songs about Urban, rude groups crowded the people in stores, and he looked his happiness of the house from Plasthelin, asteril he, a beautiful house off the coast of his beautiful wife's wife with hope, politely addressed the books loved to write poetry, did not pay attention to the spit From the side, I fell asleep with a dream What wakes up by the sea as in a fairy tale, that I would take the keys from the car and maybe even a bundle, I wanted to walk on the street with confident steps, so that with him only proven words, I was looking for warmth and found only in the zoo, In the yard played in the hide and seek, he was considered a nasty, somehow it is not clear, all the time I was in a hurry and somewhere fled without looking back

His name was some other or just someone, did not notice that he was working until the seventh sweat, he always received some kind of pennies for it, on earnings with a smile always bought his mother's flowers, everyone did not care about him for a long time, he watched the window, loved to draw and different paints, painted people in dog masks of different, he sat and painted when the lanterns were Gasley already on the street, he just repeated himself day after day, at that time the heart was burning fire just to walk in the rain his favorite activity in this real world go by Magaz and look at the shop windows, the goal was one to rise, what it would not be worth it, to look forward and never to the side, it was not even someone to share with whom, although in fact there was nothing even, the cold of the eternal tired shoulders only music heals do not need loud speeches, under the actions mean money BLO Cognac Candles, but who needs such people a slag's century has long been a long time ago, now whose girls come drunk in the gov ....... another half it is just important to mark someone to come to my brastile brother and stupidly look into this telly, the measure of unknown 21 centuries covered all types, someone will find love after 4 years it is Lipa

Forgetting about happiness, the guy rises like a mad dog, he is like a shadow among people and looks very simple, the question where he did not ask himself nobody he just disappeared and the ray of the sun looked at him in the window