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In the daily din, in the bustle of the city rhythm,
managed to find a foundation for a while, making an attempt to paint everything in rhyme
about this attraction between us. The throat was slightly hoarse with excitement ...
After all, from your beauty at times I'm not in myself like a triple quitter.
The district used to greet us with bad weather, someone was dragged into the dungeon by the shoulder straps ...
Once again, the black-black night settled like enamel on the walls of the cars.
My housing estate - here people's dreams, like dry leaves, only as fuel.
O young sire! In these lands "there is no magic, but sometimes goblins are found."
I also remember your eyes, languid pools and the smell of lilacs. Thank you coziness.
When you are so young, you cannot resist the spell of the sirens. Ask the boy -
whose call so beckons us from the cabins. To jump overboard you cut the waves.
And after 5 years he admitted with a grin that then he behaved like a complete donkey.
But until it has acquired the baggage of experience, somehow these troubles sideways.
Until the flowers of these beautiful days are trampled into the stream of dull everyday life.
You remind me in a murmur - Tired in the office, completely exhausted ...
"Bitch, don't kill my mood," Kendrick from Compton echoes in his headphones.
What am I to you, experimental? Walk somewhere in the darkness under the windows.
And the atmosphere of the night city enveloped us in a dense cocoon.
Past the gray blocks, to the Avenue of Stars through Labor Avenue.
It's time for you to go home, but you will come back to me even before you get there.
Not for a long time. Bitch, don't kill my vibe.
Bitch, don't kill my vibe. Bitch, don't kill my vibe.
Not for a long time. Bitch, don't kill my vibe.
Bitch, don't kill my vibe. Bitch, don't kill my vibe.
Verse 2
Everything is extremely simple, like the rules of the game of odd and even.
Again your Laikari tear and toss out of despair.
Would you like to stretch this serene evening endlessly?
Well, tell me how you will fill eternity. You have nothing to fill instagram with.
Roses will die, like our summer, helpless in a vase, drooping widows.
Time will take apart skeletons by bones, stars in the sky will bloom like supernovae.
Everything is for fun, everything is temporary, all variables will change. Just imagine:
God from the car will certainly play for us more than once on the piano in the bushes.
So it's all for a little while, like the taste of your cherry-scented gum.
A gentle prick with a golden needle, a banal injection of serotonin into the skull.
We are completely unfamiliar, but when did I attach importance to this?
Set yourself up for the euphoria of the wave and let the current carry us further
to the destination. Where from the platform we will transfer to two different trains.
Scolding for the sake of form the villainess-fate for such sets up.
But these collisions are painful experiences, I know.
Spring is blooming in my chest because we are glad that it was all with us.
Not for a long time. Bitch, don't kill my vibe.
Bitch, don't kill my vibe. Bitch, don't kill my vibe.
Not for a long time. Bitch, don't kill my vibe.
Bitch, don't kill my vibe. Bitch, don't kill my vibe.