Текст песни FEDUK - Перебрал

I went over all the notes.
What is this melody, someone else hears.
Below is the sound is dense.
I see, bitch, bitten wet.

You are moving on the sound fashionable.
EVERYTHING WALL AND PALAS, who looks at you.
Everything likes * th, fuss in the top.
Forever running crowds.

Often on centuries on a ton hangs,
Nothing depends on you.
My Moscow is a style.
Native Moscow in sketches of acidic.

Bits in the fog hung
I look at them from below.
Snow falls from the sky, rain falls.
Fall and with them thoughts.

I went through all the notes; went over all the notes;
Went over all the notes; notes; notes...
I went through all the notes; went over all the notes;
Went over all the notes; notes; notes...

I went over all the notes, but again by.
Past your UPPERCOT GREEN HAPNI in Klinch avalanche
The spirit is weak, the language is long - that's what I became mainstream!
Children Hypyat, I'm ashamed. Where is the bat, what do they throw?

Not a preacher and not in the right to teach you, but
Your honor you threw, without looking at the scales, bitch!
Pseudomosomoskvichi - Poliopokers and Ji.
You, like kids you need to spend over the abyss of rye.

God, give them strength not to drown in lies.
I went through all the notes, reappearing again in the nostalgia.

I went through all the notes; went over all the notes;
Went over all the notes; notes; notes...