Ununapat - Парусник - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Rekki - Racketeer, here every warrior is in his own esotericism, in his dreams on TV and working tracks - live broadcast.

Well, in reality, it’s a wasteland and complete darkness, and if I’m a fool, why are you turning milk into kefir.

It’s disgusting to do something against your will, right? Against, but desire is not the goal of tactics.

Kaffara for treachery, where the world rules, tick to tick, everything is correct, but the articles are drawn on the dotted line.

Mmm Fuck!!! You can’t tell in those eyes that at night, when you shed tears into your pillow, you flood your dreams with vodka.

While you scold your life, someone will leave it, as if you personified an image in a strange book.

(Are you silent? Is your silence worth even a penny? After all, every word is gold! A remark is worthless.)

But still, anyone can fill the void with words, at least 2 who stepped on the pitchfork, stop.

Many pages, leafing through N-thousand books, I took off the chain that was originally so big for me. And the click, the pores faded, leaving only steam, but the trace penetrated to the depths of the crust, in one gust, covering my sailboat with a wave.

This is the verdict, I don't play by the rules at all. I set anti-GOST standards, a graveyard for everyone after. The antagonists shout with an indirect glance, but will soon be sent to drink the sea.

Rekky BOOM - Oh, shit, this is a top-notch beat, like 100 in Ocean's 1, explosive type.

Anathema - like a bath leaf - of my plot, your souls Mayer, my Fire vakabula.

I'm making plans for the past, Trying to forget the future. The present uncontrollably refers to the freeze frame.

I stir and fray the words in order to pull out more.

But it is perceived as if this is how it should be.

Every day in dreams there is a stage where people are even beyond the horizon! Trembling in my hands, the prelude is a beat, I’m in the mortar, because it’s accessible, whether this is a sensation or it’s all nonsense, it’s no different, I found luck by entering the door where the creaking door is.

Many pages, leafing through N-thousand books, I took off the chain that was originally so big for me. And the click, the pores faded, leaving only steam, but the trace penetrated to the depths of the crust, in one gust, covering my sailboat with a wave.