Lin , Malik - мосты - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The head is up, but not down in any case.

Time has come, either die, or decide!

The new sketch and the time stopped in the player.

The music is a thrill, and the horizon without borders.

People, forms from faces, burning masks,

And in Mike again something thickens in the paint! Hello!

And this is far from fairy tales life of longing and as not painted coloring.

Fuck natural or spice!

Time not to sleep and who they wanted to become, unfortunately not to become.

Falter is not by the way and one of them cannot become.

How would you eat trabels to the sun, and we would?!

Praise to the next sheet.

In the morning it is no longer clean, a sick artist is already treated!

He is not a tourist as a root to count on the bis

You have not fallen to fall, the idiological fact of Dopolis, they gave me a fuck!

There is only a turnip on the bead, here either with that wall, either rotate, or up or down, in the plans not to be rotten and not to be a girlfriend!

And he continues to swim, not let it cool.

Burn the bridges, noting the tails behind your back.