Lyrics еще один сон - боль в голове
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если бы так сильно не болела моя голова,
я бы написал по больше слов красивых,
ведь они такие сильные,
но в моей голове происходит конец света,
ну и что ты скажешь на это?
может всё это снится мне,
а кто-то сжимает в руке синицу.
синяя улица улетает птицей от слёз с неба,
нет, этого не было.
приходы стали всё реже и писать больно,
но не зарезаться.
письмо сжёг к черту,
которое писал ручкой чёрной.
такой простой человек в поисках истины,
истлел, а мне становится легче
и мне не остановится уже.
у жизни свои правила,
главное "цени жизнь"
или отдашь голову на главное блюдо,
вокруг полно ублюдков.
голова перестает болеть постепенно -
концу света конец.
это свершилось,
это сверху,
это дождь так плачет и роняет на нас свои слёзы...
в больнице больше смерти, чем жизни.
человек потерял все чувста,
температура не причем.
натура стала чёрно-белой,
и эти строки уже приелись.
If my head was not sick so much,
I would write on more words beautiful,
After all, they are so strong
But in my head there is an end of the world
So what do you say to it?
Maybe all this dreams of me,
And someone squeezes the blue in his hand.
Blue street flies the bird from the tears from the sky,
No, it was not.
parishes have become more and writing and writing pain
But not kill.
letter burned to hell
Which wrote a black handle.
Such a simple person in search of truth,
Istleel, but it becomes easier for me
And I will not stop already.
life has its own rules
The main thing "We value Life"
Or give the head to the main dish,
Around full bastards.
Head ceases to hurt gradually -
End of light. End.
It happened,
it's top
It raining so crying and drops its tears on us ...
In the hospital more death than life.
man lost everything
The temperature is not more.
Natura has become black and white,
And these lines have already come.
I would write on more words beautiful,
After all, they are so strong
But in my head there is an end of the world
So what do you say to it?
Maybe all this dreams of me,
And someone squeezes the blue in his hand.
Blue street flies the bird from the tears from the sky,
No, it was not.
parishes have become more and writing and writing pain
But not kill.
letter burned to hell
Which wrote a black handle.
Such a simple person in search of truth,
Istleel, but it becomes easier for me
And I will not stop already.
life has its own rules
The main thing "We value Life"
Or give the head to the main dish,
Around full bastards.
Head ceases to hurt gradually -
End of light. End.
It happened,
it's top
It raining so crying and drops its tears on us ...
In the hospital more death than life.
man lost everything
The temperature is not more.
Natura has become black and white,
And these lines have already come.