Sevlet - За закрытой дверью - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

1 verse.

From the entrance to the stop, I'm in the snow in winter sneakers. Cases, training, study, it seems for a short time. I do not understand, but a sense? Stroke about two minutes, there is a chance to be late for a minibus. Snow, minus, frost and winter jacket. Today I will go on foot. Joke! What do we tell us today? After all, by itself, I get to get up too. But I do not know what, everyone is asking him. And I myself, in essence, every minute tone. And there deeply, at the very bottom, I will certainly show all urodes. And on the tower, I am sure to go up, because I put myself a taboo.

Do not attack me, German. Guy, you cry like a red maiden. Your drilling in micro - vomiting. This is not rap, it's wildly slaughter. I fulfill my work is kindly. I sit and worry until the last sweat. And so, therefore, in my tracks, people, everyone will find their own something.

And who are you? And what class are you from? I do a bad thing, I will lie to you - cool. Smart some kind of unique race? But you are from the Pidoras detachment.

I will not say that we will turn off the way. My pride will not leave me. And here you just have no one to give up. Hey, critics, coffee me! Quickly fucking!

Chorus.

Among these sophisticated ways, among all the gray days. For the closed door, my friend behind the door is my satellite. He will open me all the secrets, and tell me what I do not know. He one will give me a hand when I break from the edge. And among these difficult paths, among all the gray days. For the closed door, my friend behind the door is my satellite. He is with me - the duet we do not need a flock. But after all that was, maybe I am in paradise I.

2 verse.

And I spent my childhood in dreams, and I know, from a good name. And did not like when I regards. But the song is even sang this song. Such an attitude towards ourselves I sent to Ignore. Not a guitarist I, but I will say that this is a bust. I somehow bad with mathematics, but never chrome grammar. I'm sitting and waiting, fucking, some miracle, I like Hachiko. But my miracle does not come, it is outdated as the theater in an antique. Already say, I'm cute, probably enough to build romance from myself.

Vlad, Oh, God, what are you writing for shit? Why there so much mat, you don't know normal words? Degrading, it seems small, you are alone. Yes, you are on the dick, go ahead, please, and on the steps.

I sit on the naked floor now. I have at least he, and what do you have? So tired of this cold in April - in the shower. When is it warmer already there? But I know, I stretch to the sky, you just look at it yourself. After all, my most pussy friend in my soul, he lives in me inside.

Chorus.

Among these sophisticated ways, among all the gray days. For the closed door, my friend behind the door is my satellite. He will open me all the secrets, and tell me what I do not know. He one will give me a hand when I break from the edge. And among these difficult paths, among all the gray days. For the closed door, my friend behind the door is my satellite. He is with me - the duet we do not need a flock. But after all that was, maybe I am in paradise I.