Shokk - Ливень - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

My beautiful city is sleeping, I go out into the downpour:

The noise is disgusting to me.

I write on the go and Gasha in myself longing

Under anaha with beer.

Past familiar places, summer at 16 years old, the end of the nineties -

For young laws, there is no: they all fuck.

The past is torn in memory, as in windows on a stone.

Then I was beaten by the School for Tanya; After everyone died.

Sanya in ties and Zheleva Golden Click

Nastya found another handle, and they are full of them,

Dirty, like my canvases; The morons will die

The tears of mothers of the grave are wet.

In my 17 I fed them to Shor, at 17 you studied at school, in my 17 curtains closed me, but for a long time I launched.

Proud? No, but the conscience does not gnaw, and the proverb is lying, believe me, here they are not lucky to the dubbies.

Everyone started with a wig, ended, as always: they pulled it out, handed over the old man.

Vitalya May in Ka

As a result, there was a dull - sea of options,

I hated this Russian cattle -gore of emigrants. Young, elegant, greyhound, talented.

Having sent my dick, I was leaning away, I went away - a good boy.

Shiny cheap falsity, and something was decided somewhere, but the ego completely interfered with the mud.

Thoroughly, hammered and took up the micro

Friends have saved envy for no reason, like a black -haired Mirko.

I plunged into liters - the world was drawn bright, but thickened around the edges of the palette.

Swallowing stupid things, I seemed cunning to myself, and I wanted to live with a taste - I got a sugary.

Sorrow will not let go without tears, someone laughs, and a dick with him.

Cheva is a latent fag, laveuchi, the dog will not bite.

The way along the stairs is from above -down, in the courageous - the mind, heroism is valued in panties.

Then I celebrated my birthday with the thirtieth whiskar, the fucks opened the blacks like white Jamie, and then I lived Bul Creg Nitz White Levent

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My city is sleeping, I go out into the downpour

My city is sleeping, and I walk in the rain.

My city is sleeping, and I wander into a downpour

We, hating each other, spite someone.

My city is sleeping, I go out into the downpour

My city is sleeping, and I walk in the rain.

My city is sleeping, and I wander into a downpour

We, hating each other, spite someone.

We will live in spite of someone, in spite of someone we are torn to the goal,

We will live to spite coolly, we will envy, enjoying it,

We hate, infected with it, and I am tired, old.

If it’s not too late to correct something, I will have time, and if in hell, rather.

Then I went down the ring of Berlin under a kiss in the back,

And, as usual, I love, I'm sorry, but I’ll finish it - I’ll give a picture. He translated the colors in vain, and, thank God, I did not take a mask in front of you.

My heart speak far, and besides Casey, no one got.

In this city I dreamed of flying high - here I disappear without a trace on foot.

A friend will not love, like my brother, there is a house at home, and all the roads lead to rum, but I returned back.

The meaning of life is to live, grab and hold, and in it up or down are floors.

And I'm not afraid to step on the rake: they teach broken foreheads.

Friendship is not checked by successes, but by trabels.

My old bridge, here I wrote an album, and then to the club, a drunk street, if someone is a whore - a whiskey with ice,

But there is no sense in this. Opposite the Stone Jesus the place of confession.

My city is sleeping, and I have to go: the downpour will get tired soon.

Tomorrow back to Berlin - the final of history.

My city is sleeping, I go out into the downpour

My city is sleeping, and I walk in the rain.

My city is sleeping, and I wander into a downpour

We, hating each other, spite someone.

My city is sleeping, I go out into the downpour

My city is sleeping, and I walk in the rain.

My city is sleeping, and I wander into a downpour

We, hating each other, spite someone.