Текст песни Dr.zen - Мысли вслух

life is not great 17 years have passed from boredom
We'll all die someday and
"hey people don't have to hang up"
may i leave this track
and his grandson will listen
can i break their heart
and a new knock will be hammered

among friends of friends
everyone is lying
and maybe units
cherish you around
soul flight goes like a circle
and I only hear the sound of hearts
I do not understand who is lying to me and what is in my heart
painful fever or illness

among open hands
we are looking for something that would be closer
and everyone thinks dreaming
live in Paris for a day
whether to run on rooftops or just relax
set life a goal
and slowly move life's way

I have lived so little
and I don't want to leave
but I know what will come
rainy day
and we'll all leave like nikruti
and the most funny thing
I'm not afraid to fly
I'm not afraid of death
I'm only afraid of losing my family
who are with me
who will not betray
who will send into battle
who will save from the fire
who are good
and teach me to be like that
what I am thanks to mom and dad
thank you family

winter will come now
the first snow is coming soon
I love everyone in this track.
your ardent greetings
and in 130 years would like to hear
"Well nifiga Dedok read my
I personally would like to hear it "

is it snowing
sadness behind carrion
throw sadness in the trash
and don't be bored with the positive
everything will be awesome
I know for sure I say for sure
all troubles will fly by like a bullet
and I catch joy


and maybe in your eyes I
I was completely wrong
I am not changing positions
one dream one "van laffe"
flipping between chapters
giving sleeve sly

forgot to write the box where
I will have to drive in the composition
having chosen
oak grove
lying and squeezing through tin and steel alloy
I stand alone and think about what the charter says

having made a scolding of his clear becoming
I hear your voice
joint
the graph is followed by
and even an old dusty polygraph
lagging behind life will click
spit sneezing
what was in his life
and what passed
without peeling it

that good sane is wrong
lagging behind giving Kerpich falling
breaking down walls flooding
choosing all that was
ugly without burning

that neck
that I was not quick then
dim lantern beam
and maybe not an asset
sheltering through rain and snow
after finishing his throat archif

that lucid dream is beautiful
which opened the strait
and the heart beats in unison
the river will flood after finishing
throat live array
and extinguishing the candles that myth
we will not fall under the underwater rock reef

Living loving forgiving
all negativity will go away
and there will be only a white stripe in life
white positive
having finished your alternatives
I want to say one thing

I can just jump from topic to topic
you decide
Will I be worthy to read or
throw up and sleep
Should I look for muses and raise

or mix it all up
altogether or wrinkle
smooth surface of water
hug hold and not give
whether to conquer the tops of the mountains
or walk through the mud
inch by inch

it's up to you to write to me

thin stripe
I will write what I always dream about
everyone knows what he would like
just don't understand myself
I delve into between the lines I write
as if I'm alone
100th sheet almost ruined
dripping full spector ink

among the railings one saw
hit the fire
burned a couple of tires
baskets of semi machine paintings
my faithful family man
this dream is a springboard
abandon let me know
and don't mess everything up
and do not scare to conquer

win respect
get up out of the mud
understand that at least someone needs
good reasoning
start writing after finishing this track
good luck to everyone and happiness
you live more than a century
you are a man a runaway of bad weather