Loc-Dog - Снимки - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I don't throw bombs, I say words carefully,

For those who no longer say them for themselves,

At home, the courtyards fell silent,

I will walk along these streets, remembering all their sorrows, sometimes ...

In a dream, I hear their sonorous laughter,

We have no mobile phones, and regional slang, we can easily adopt from the elders, after sunset between the skyscrapers to walk scary, but fun ...

For the bazaar what the face of the sucker does not know about the bloody mess,

Grab the girls in an armful and drag on the salon,

Local epaulets pyathatka - everything will cool down on its own,

Criminal law, destroys fate only in the cinema so far ...

Sasha’s voice will call me,

You definitely can’t get good with these morons,

I don't know what I will miss them,

Happiness - does not know the search for meaning,

But the weekly supply ends too fast,

Take someone else, otherwise I will kill you

I'm cold in hell and hot in paradise,

People steal my minutes, I loved them, why is it so uncomfortable among them?

I looked in the mirror, I understood my soul without croaking,

We stole this euphoria by ourselves,

Pictures, photos where we are all together,

There, I am looking for myself as if in childhood,

But nothing repeats nothing ...

Look into my eyes I choose like you ...

Live on, or get lost in nostalgia,

People ... I look at them, they are different!

Not what I imagined,

I forgive them, the earth rotates from this ...

How to fill these voids,

I'm in the metro with robots,

I feel freedom, and I give it, the same as me, and become stronger,

Trying to find in the accumulation of shadows

Light..

Maybe tomorrow in an instant ...

I will be thrown to land like a wordless fish,

To yearn for the ocean what I used to fill,

But he will not be able to drink me ...

No...

Then the time to move on

They say there is no fire left in us, we draw as ash,

And in order to understand this, first accelerate before my ride ...

You have to learn another language ...

Throwing off the cargo of the past as a steering wheel,

Overcoming the temptation to drown in luxury,

Behind the outer, it is so insulting to lose everything that burns inside ...

I'm talking about it somewhere where you are, look ...