720vozduha - красный занавес - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Too much poetry on my skinny hands, this is not inspiration, but fear to live. The mix of happiness in her eyes, I drink to the bottom. These lines are fog through which no one will break through. It is a pity that not to delve into the options of society, that everything lived is not a whole dream that gaps broke with a textual plot of life on problems.

And now I no longer have time at the white light at the end of the tunnel, the doctor does not write the recipe from laziness. Red curtain - the concert is over - these souls are written off by God. Lick up your failures with vodka, life is strokes worse than Haykhachi Misim. Crying from powerlessness as a sign of generation, I stand in tears knee -deep. Triremes are burning under the shelling of hundreds of opinions on the advance, corruption is a bestseller in this world, where it is empty everywhere.

Your parting words how to look at the sun, disappearing after a veil of time in the eye pupil tomorrow, which will soon click. A nine -story bronze ingot in the reflection of the city sunset - one longing there. Snow falls back in a series of small interference on the way to your goal, and notice so much that you do not realize how much this snow is invaluable. Every king of his head scene, but who is better from these speeches? We are all prisoners of reality, whatever one may say, a billion melodies are one motive.