Текст песни Капюшон Ноу Мо - Аэробус

If I have nothing to say, then everything is not so bad. If I have no one to keep quiet with, then I must have died. If sadness lives in the hearts, then it is so necessary, Every second passer-by right now throws his heart into the urn. I cannot forget that I have become a ghost of the day, Silly birds will sit down to freeze their paws. God and you will not allow us to take off like a flock of ducks, But I would like, like them, to touch the sky with a wing. Or maybe the wind is against us or, on the contrary, wants, So that with leaps and bounds I rubbed the soil into blood. I am so rich in low sin and therefore I spoil everything, That is why my eyes drown without a trace in the lines. I see life under the sheets, so many fly so fast, Inventing sadness with colorful frames in response. I don’t want to have a contract with nasty anger anymore, I don’t want to fly away knowing I’m not coming back. If it rains today, I will meet him right away. If the sun is shining today, it will meet us. Between people and the gray sky there are speech defects, Between you and me there is a place for unresolved phrases. Do not lock it up today, get wet, and at home I pour the soup into a bowl and fall into bed. I don't like fishing, dad, being a fish hurts too. It’s easy, perhaps, only for those who don’t die. And I am not ashamed to speak out loud about my feelings, I am ashamed to hide myself from them, but to give out to others. And my music is always running on pins and needles, If you've heard it once, don't give it to others. I thought birds see life, fish have a voice. The edge of the rain strip divides the film into pros and cons. I turned out to be just a nutcase with a ticket to the Airbus, And the music became everything to me like terrible dope. I thought birds see life, fish have a voice. The edge of the rain strip divides the film into pros and cons. I turned out to be just a nutcase with a ticket to the Airbus, And the music became everything to me like terrible dope. I could only master the track without swearing, sorry. Torn muscles are looking for a trail to turn on the light for us. I do not want to, but I always pour my conscience into the wound. I compose a lot of words, but I do not give an answer. We all were touched by this life with a ringing blow of a gong, And I have not met angels among people, so surely. There are angels near people, I am not looking for them anymore, And an extra glance at heaven only puts an ellipsis. But around tens of thousands of kilometers of night. The draft rapes the hinge, presses on the strings of the neck. Looking at the ceiling, I count the dust and draw the lines. I can't sleep in any way today, glue my brain to rhymes. Between utopia and happiness, running along a thin line, Between earth and sky, there is an abyss in our heads. If someday God decides that I am superfluous on earth, Let him cut off life with a chisel and put up a flag. So designating for others that sin devours the soul, So that the wild beast learns to move beyond obstacles. I always push forward, climb, I want to be better. Where man was wrong, God was right. I thought birds see life, fish have a voice. The edge of the rain strip divides the film into pros and cons. I turned out to be just a nutcase with a ticket to the Airbus, And the music became everything to me like terrible dope. I thought birds see life, fish have a voice. The edge of the rain strip divides the film into pros and cons. I turned out to be just a nutcase with a ticket to the Airbus, And the music became everything to me like terrible dope. I thought birds see life, fish have a voice. The edge of the rain strip divides the film into pros and cons. I turned out to be just a nutcase with a ticket to the Airbus, and the music became everything to me like a terrible dope