Дима Короб - Не говори ни слова - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

... I as Ozzy Van Kenobi is noble / and in the spirit of black parodies of a municipality, the fact that it shakes in the iPoda / so many those who love just to balabolite / their iz leaves are not so hot, like Pavel Will / Each of them praised, as if Thick Broller / But thousands of their words are scented in a small handful of palm / how much I hear in Tiwi, like people in jackets / try to distribute local housing and communal services / city In miracles / how much I heard about the desire of the tops / and I continue to listen to the children with a stepcushka with Karpushka / And now there, as Zolotishko, Scroja / It remains to take everything in his hands and do the world better ---------- ---------------------------------------------------- ----------------------- Galiapha, on the other side of the company, waiting for David / but when answering the bazaar, they will be folded, like a jacket / and at one moment all those who promised to hope back / like The hegilists begin to deny everything / see the problem, so to what the words here / the actions of the system in any moment can break the spirit / and the voids will be driving for a water stroke ... / I have enough / choose yourself - to do or talk / but the world not so good and we are able to change it / we are able to change it