720vozduha - твоя золотая медаль - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Music: ψυχή - C

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What will you do if you are offered a gold medal for self -drifting? A greedy sprinter with one foot in the grave. Another crosses the finish line of his life, setting the record of the season in the world. This is the paradigm of the winner, fighter, superhero. My red cloak has long been in washing, and Bettsnil was broken. Thank God there are a couple of tokens for a taxphone. But I suspect that I was mistaken in a year. I look at the clock - the arrows always in the same places, either time has stopped, or I need to change the batteries, but I am silent about it, so as not to seem tactless to myself. The quartet of black tireless marathons - the car is so beautiful that it drives in the sun. As in the country outside your consciousness, where everyone has rested perfectly, but you are limited by your little pompous knowledge that you have united in your own micro -preschool panel. “This is a personal hostility,” life tells you, applying a new blow to the nerves, and these infinitely defending Greeks will roll the “Rotheiro” across the field in their half, when the victory is already booked, and all that is needed only one corner, one canopy, one canopy, one canopy, one canopy And one exact nod with his head. You are in the role of Pierrot, but the Safites do not shine 720 kilowatts - overloading the network, 720 extra seconds of sleep - your inner microstrapheation, your mini -stulley, your white light at the end of the tunnel from the everyday life that are leaving nowhere, everything is scattered with the smile of your beloved satellite.