Текст песни Смоки МО - Потерянный Рай

Our wings burned with fire.
We flew, and now we go.
We flew, and now we go.
After all, our wings burned with fire.

Chorus:
We just want our cake.
You know, I sang with the same as myself.
Hand washes the hand.
Our souls arrived from afar.
Insecure ways, we are looking for our lost paradise.
But we can not find.
We are looking for our lost paradise.
We are looking for a lost paradise.
We are looking for our lost paradise.
We are looking for a lost paradise.
We are looking for our lost paradise.
We are looking for night and day.
We are looking for our lost paradise.
And someday find ourselves in it.
But now ... complex answers are stored in DNA.

First Verse:
But now - difficult answers are stored in DNA.
But taking off a bit spit with a high.
Just a snake tempts the sly.
I don't know if you can resist.
So many bastards took off.
So high that even the angels will soon want to shoot.
The crowd has a female name, the lady should be satisfied & # 33;
Gladiator heads fly to the ground.
But do they leave the body with dignity?
And my eyes narrowed.
We have been taught since childhood not to believe strangers.
And I smoked their hatred, clean-and-witted & # 33;
Sticking on it, he began to hate himself.
I was born of God.
But for some reason, still going in the reserved seat.
I was born to inspire them,
Like the fact that smoldering in convolutions [makapy].
In search of Paradise forgot about the roots.
Do I remember about my (I about my)?
My new name has become a brand for everyone.
Even for my family.
This city sweeps away the remnants of love.
Wielding a broomstick as a real janitor.
Don't talk too much, cut it off.
With your tongue or with meat, muzzle & # 33;
People forgive with difficulty, therefore.
In their eyes, I reflect the godless.
And this track is as white.
In my even skull and under my skin.

Chorus:
We just want our cake.
You know, I sang with the same as myself.
Hand washes the hand.
Our souls arrived from afar.
Insecure ways, we are looking for our lost paradise.
But we can not find.
We are looking for our lost paradise.
We are looking for a lost paradise.
We are looking for our lost paradise.
We are looking for a lost paradise.
We are looking for our lost paradise.
We are looking for night and day.
We are looking for our lost paradise.
And someday find ourselves in it.
But now...

Our wings burned with fire.
We flew, and now we go.
We flew, and now we go.
After all, our wings burned with fire.

Second Verse:
In the empty eye sockets full of insects.
In pure ears, it pours so sweetly.
The voices of these arrogant scum & # 33;
I have changed here beyond recognition.
You do not see me the same.
Flow cold, powerful orchestra.
Only some pawns roar on the trail.
But my brothers remained in the districts.
Someone in a suit was sent down.
But there are those who have become
Icons for generation X & # 33;
I am who I am, hear & # 33;
Its size is neither more nor less than & # 33;
And my truth may sound like tin.
Remove from the screens of children and women.
We are guests on this planet.
A true home is kept secret.
And our ego is a complicated thing.
Jazz recording on space tape.
I try to be honest with them.
During the whole career, therefore.
My songs taste like my blood.
Click on play and open my veins & # 33;
I am not alone in this war.
But there are a lot of demons, oh my God!
The next one is behind all these angels,
What goes with me side by side.
In this mad fight
On one side.
Under the blows every now and then.
But there are a lot of demons, oh my God!