Текст песни KERANUAR - Друг мой

Go out to find yourself
Understand that you were reborn
When you get on the bus in the morning,
Do not forget to remove the grills.

You put them on specially,
To prove your purpose,
The slave system introduces excitement,
Show them the inside of the militia.

Sad faces that proceed every second, grace
The main thing for you is this moment.
You always think that they look at you, as they pay attention,
I will sincerely appeal with love, I will give you a pill for understanding.

Well, what am I? Let's talk about you better:
When I can help with something, I always help.
I stayed like a year in Kartsere,
The guts were tied in the shell,
You will not be mistaken in a friend if you call me a turtle.

Yes, I'm slow, and I don't understand much,
But there is time to know
I suddenly have no one to call for help,
And only for you I am always open, my friend

And only for you I am always open, my friend

For you, I am always open.

For you, my friend.

For you ...

Once I will slowly die at home, look at the ceiling and think that this is all in vain, but I hope, friend, you will come, if I say that I do not need it, take my hand and say that this is not in vain, you did a lot Well done, you left your mark in history, now you can go, we let you go.

Why is it so deserted here
Am I plunged again to the white bottom?
Dear, you always wanted to
Even if not destined.

It just covers me, and for a long time everything is blocked,
You are not there, only a house with a broken trough,
In which no one lives.
For two centuries, and maybe more
Or maybe three, red humpbacked horse, wooden Troy
Liquid soy, only under the songs of Tsoi.

And when you were there, I was frantically cheating on you somewhere,
I always admitted to ourselves that it was accidental, it is a matter of chance and that we are not out of love.
But just like that, in fact, by chance
Combined - two drops of water.

And now I have already spread to her, now I'm just a dense ocean,
Clogged with green dandruff
Somewhere raging, Wargan plays.

Wandering along the dead streets of his city,
Or maybe not even your own.
I always wear bunks of cold
Putting the hand on the heart, so deeply.

I realized that I have only myself,
When I lost absolutely everything.
Running boy by floors,
His skull is a wheel

They want to start him in thecupe of him,
But there is not enough love lubrication,
It is so hard for parents to let go
A child on which there is no construction helmet.