Денис Элем - Аэродром - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Too stupid to solve your problems in the solo, and therefore you occupy the heads of the heads with stupid friends.

I am too proud to take a step for no reason, I eat right now, I die as if from hunger.

A pretty battered mind, Comon all your phrases, in search of ways back, you don’t have to tear it back and immediately at a moment I have an improving how much emptiness is inside, I won’t be surprised because of all my strength, if there is a dead end, we have not gone bruises, we were not going So close, they didn’t burn brightly, let only the reflections remain, maybe from longing it is all, but they are crushing like Teski ...

My throat, I try to remove them without holding my word, put on again. Why the war where we are in the same way, they are thrown out of my memory, completely covered with sleep July, move to a fuck in those places where I beat again, I reject my thoughts about you and they seem to be a whip ...

Chorus:

(x2) And together we could fly, squinting our wings each other, I will show where the passing winds are to choose from, you will pour us where to fly and we, we fall with a stone, hugging you. I will die ...

In life, I am a simple photographer, I take close -ups, my cartographer painted, you mixed up cards in my hand.

And I lost the ways to you, because the author is shot, I don’t see hints, I myself don’t write plays, metaphors. You’ll take away the prince, you are in the delicacy of everything, I will give you a mysticism of words, I could not be close to your principle, yes I am evil hey, why do you need a beggar, Denisk-Ssel ... I often died, really? described in the colors of different ... or still you were not saved. Let it be mirror, to both of us, and it seems like there was little pain, we need pain in the minefield, everything went away, but we are monitoring, and I am in the role Sapero and pilot, there, just give me fuel, my heart will hit, ride rock, we are doomed, although ready for flight ...

(x2) And what, I have nothing to do, you, too, let our airfield with the name entails the past, maybe but doomed, abandoned, our commonly named airfield is just the past ...

We could fly each other, straightening our wings ...

(x2) And together we could fly, straightening their wings to each other, I will show where the passing winds are to choose from, you will direct us where to fly and we are with a rush, we fall with a stone, hugging you will die ...