Krec - В одночасье - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

We dress warmer, because Vera does not warm, Anton listened to the wind at night, fought with migraine.

The neighbors watered the Kremlin, blamed in problems, while the head of the ceremonial did the need.

Gangrene, back in April, said how he cut off with sharp anesthesia with sharp phrases of the text. He was sober, he understood everything and broke the brush with a bang.

Sketches, contours, thoughts, palette of depression. Those songs, autumn notes, they sunk into the abyss, but they got right under the skin, reached the heart. Not a mediocrity, just did not see himself in their system.

Without a whip on the pedestal, they raise the latter. According to the scheme of the avenue, Brut, reflecting on death, the bars and windows of brothels were full of neon. Fragments of small tragedies, actors on stage, all this seemed as ash from one cigarette.

Chorus: Clotted overnight! All is enough where we are not. Holded overnight! All is enough where we are not. Home yards through arches, a familiar fairway. Traces of pedals, passing through the darkness. Anton always considered raw squares to be relatives that extend from Ligovka to Petrograd. The character is bad, not married, they will not worry, if silence in the trash clogged completely. The brothers stretched a quiet sapa to sleep and suisaeu more often than summer residents in the spring out of town. When the rain reminded the motive of the one that he forced to believe in tomorrow, which we forgot somewhere on the shops in the lining of the parks, already how to drink, give a noticeable foliage. Weightedlessly stretched, flooded, pushing, having tapped, Oksana could call again. He waited for her with a book, or on a TV, because, sometimes, at least someone would hug.