Loc Dog - 50 кило любви - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Under the control of the sleeper, thinking, he sleeps, pacify nicotine nerves, you call, breathe, you hear long beeps think, smile through tears, wipe your eyes, you see through them barely close the eyelids, so close to yourself, a person, so close to yourself,

Autumn eyes throwing at Malgam and glass you don’t believe that the time without reciprocating, I am in the full metro, and you on Micre and suddenly decided to run in a moment, forgetting the games with me delving into it, you jumped out a double or that a little devil whispered from your shoulder where there was an angel fucking is not a pier, sad thoughts now creaked dejectedly, and I all asked myself that it was all the same strong love or strong drinks, jealousy injections in my heart plus lies in excess, lava or love or love or love or love or love or love or love For Lava, euphoria or agony, or worse, now it’s easier for me, it’s easier for me, I’m easier for me to forget the degrees, while the crack grows from your heel, then in the web everything is stupid as you are stupid, so crossed me like the number of the engine on the engine. It turns out that it is not so easy for me to miss Akasia from my memory, it turns out that it is not so simple but the crumpled glashes and this void is not that, the cloud of nicotine plus pumped up and the absence of a sweet one was not rolled, you are grating me like a janitor in the morning, like in the metro of vanity, and like a void without you, and let it not be tasty, but I ate, and this is an ace on the lady and I beat, and you continue to filter the sun through the eyelids, eating the light of the moon plus club glare, plus the sounds of pancake, and you like it like Romeo and like you believe in it, it’s just like I dance a slogan with another inhaling her Moskino Laf Laf but in my thoughts with you, you left me scratches on my back, they moved to my heart, adding in the depths of the body, by everyday time in the fitness hall, we The wounds were licked, which is announced further, and you have an Antalya, and I love my brain with guesses about how to burn a bridge behind me, my whole life is in a pair of bags of things, in a pair of notebooks of poems, can quit everything, and you will not quit hearing I wear both the roof and thousands and skis, but only already closer to the former brother he was hearing, hear, do not think about it. All copies of 50 kilos of love are only you and I have no trace of sweet tears when you hear it.