Slovo , Prophy Proff - Всё это Эхо - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Sincerely ..

The sky is covered, with dust jars ..

V. Slovetskii

The sky will open, and the stars will get us with dust dust, if it is necessary, then we will get you with missiles, it’s not just that the sneakers were hanged on the wire, the grandfathers are walking under the sneakers of grandfathers, the kids are dressed up, for another 5 minutes and the grandfather does not have enough answers, kids. absorb the date with the speed of light,

All this is an echo, look that on the way to the truth of the burgundy eha or twenty -year -old analogue Alika Smekhova would not be interference, these Jeskhovyki Chekhov is already too nimble, but we are not particularly in a hurry, you can see more than usual from above,

I hover over you like a golden eagle, according to the highways without a mirror, I would have gained vectors with Viktor Beloved, but she is sleeping, everything is calculated with us, the flesh is saturated with protection, just right for this echo of future wars to educate ..

All this is an echo .. Holders of the century .. all this is an echo .. Holders of the century .. Colit in the chest

Prophy Proff

The sky is put, the dust of the stars, there is no near me, and I am pretty frozen, gray New York drank me through and I try not to stay so as not to fall here, I will not stay for a long time, I will have to wait a lot, my road is, I step up firmly, with it, with I am also my kagort, so everything is not so bad, not that the cat has died in my soul.

The new day will give a sip of fresh air, into the output on the outskirts, do not look askance like that, we will do everything that will become possible with a brother, not everything is as simple as for outsiders, I can argue with us and did not understand us, the pain in the head does not pass, who does not go away who -It’s going crazy, and someone is looking for his own and finds, striving for the sun and personal freedom, without it I feel not whole, the echo in the tube explains the reason for the problem, as Kutala, imperceptibly, was inhibited.

Now I will come to my senses and then, now I will come to my senses and dial then ..

Mr. Eddi

And it doesn’t matter from the god of a forgotten hole or from Brooklyn, the essence is one ..

Thoughts are born of an act, they are not conceivable, the words are meaningless, if you see the light, but you do not see the truth, I am glad that I see it, I am glad to climb into my window, I am happy with her head on my shoulder, dust stars of the path Milky, they make me believe in the eternal, forgetting about vanity. Who is rich, who is labor, I am glad to fire with her radiated smile in the morning. I am glad to do everything that happens to me, and you just close your eyes and fly into paradise created by yourself.

There, where the rumor caresses the sea breeze, forgetting about the echo from the words of people falling down, and I in order to permeate the theme of the power of thought, I think more and more often, but what would happen if the feelings become more important than thought, suddenly my words will gain meaning, but I am everything I Less often I miss the house. Around the fewer people familiar, the sky still melts at me with dust stars.

All this is an echo .. heads of the century .. we are born under the light .. (2 times)