Текст песни Андрей Трабл, FullJazz, Рома TruF - 2. Грохот

I half- yourself planted in the kitchen 74th :
By clinking of glasses and tobacco smoke poreshat che .
Although it was crowded in the greenhouse them,
I could not understand who I am today: Ludwig or Henry .
Photos with the guys in the memory of what we could drink ,
Let them remain until we are far from the clay.
Voice breaks , and hoarseness crept Caps'om .
Thoughts clearer if batters wildly with red capsules.
I spoke to you - was dumb .
I even had a number of long , but you were not mine.
Adults when the incident only - at the bottom of May
At that time , when time flies , the year robbing .
You occupy me something incomprehensible ,
I hold to the morning break rumpled .
I for myself get stuck , you scream to me : & quot; Stop ! & Quot;
And we are quite enough for a liter of mood in the house .
Still coasting on the health of the dawn of the sun,
Remembering that in the sunset was not dopit .
You're telling me more than once that soon disperse .
You would not believe the truth but we parted. With a liter .
It does not stop, I realized :
Need a tenderness in life only the sensation of pain ,
The roar of glasses , the most reliable people I hum -
I could leave it all , but you can not.
Pleased that the two escaped on a vein .
Pleased that somehow I give & quot; Inspiration & quot ;.
Satisfied that , where necessary, we are not silent.
Pleased that almost survived battles with doctors .
The last four should summarize
Anything above is inscribed in bits and pronimat to shiver .
But I tighten the neck microphone wire -
Let my boys will have another reason .

Time flows copiously your women .
I in my mirror I do not see more than double. And
Somehow sharply we stopped believing in miracles .
I'm either in pubs or on the bit , or sticking out.
And you get a feel for this world , then scram back.
To where trippy not stain your credit card.
There, where the clink of glasses do not recall the sounds of thirds .
And I'm alone, and I refuse to even the heart .
Snow fall in the morning , it froze .
I fall out of your life, to hell again quit.
I'll forgive , I asked to leave the bar .
Viskar , rain , sadness - and so every fall .
The guys slam for drugs on the sweltering kitchen.
We fuse life so bright , I do not go out .
A soundtrack was the best of these bottles crashing .
Tire , tighten around his neck microphone wire.

This glass is not the city more
Where it pulls, I raise again the gate skinny and nostrils
I catch a rotten smell so margins.
Somewhere famously took somewhere quietly stole .
Some revelers who tails in salons cool.
These paths diverged among our routines
And I 'm one among its ruins
and I see that for years I did not create, but pulled down .
This paskuda again reaches into the soul,
Moral of reading for me floss .
I would have ripped you your whole carcass
And he began to copulate with you ,
Damn ! I repeat to you tired , tear off :
We are incompatible with the ground. And I was torn .
My camp is chosen . Can not he good-naturedly .
Look like me , but I ought to go under water.
Became abnormal , I do not remember the month ,
But remember , like crying crumbs.
From drunken vessel came all I
And in my head off possessed rumble .
I would , without thinking , took thee klyatyh lust.
Yes , drunk - fuck , we have nothing to hide.
With whom to share a bed , come and endorphins .
Either blunt or blyadiny we are united .
There is an abundance of choice: I'd beaten and whipped
Those assholes that teach us to live in vain .
Where have you picked up such phrases mudilo ?
Your stupid music woke us .
Became abnormal , I do not remember the month ,
But remember , like crying crumbs.
From drunken vessel came all I
And in my head off possessed rumble .