Текст песни 05.Копюшон - Аэробус

If I have nothing to say, then everything is not so bad.
If I have no one to shut up, then I probably died.
If sadness lives in hearts, it means that it is necessary,
Every second passer-by now throws a heart into an urn.
I can not forget that I became a ghost of the day,
Foolish birds will sit down to freeze their paws.
God will not let us fly like a flock of ducks
But I would like, as they, wing to touch the sky.
Or maybe the wind is against us or, on the contrary, wants
So that by leaps and bounds I wiped into the blood ground.
I am so rich in low sin and therefore spoil everything,
That is why my eyes are completely drowned in the lines.
I see life under the sheets, so much fly so fast
Motley frames in response to inventing sadness.
I do not want to have a contract with nasty anger,
I would not want to fly away, knowing that I will not return.
If it rains today, I will meet him immediately.
If the sun is shining today, it will meet us.
There are speech defects between people and a gray sky,
Between you and me there is a place for unresolved phrases.
Do not close today to the castle, get wet, and at home
I pour the soup into a plate and fall into bed.
I don't like fishing, dad, it hurts to be a fish too.
It is easy, probably, only to those who do not die.
And I'm not ashamed to talk about my feelings loudly,
I am ashamed to hide myself from them, but to give out to others.
And my music is always a run on needles,
If you heard it once - do not give it to others.

I thought birds see life, fish have a voice.
The edge of the rain strip divides the film into "for" and "against."
I was just a nutcase with an airbus ticket,
And music has become 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 "for" and "against."
I was just a nutcase with an airbus ticket,
And music has become everything to me, like terrible dope.

I was able to master only the track without a material, sorry.
Torn muscles are looking for a trail to turn on the light.
I do not want to, but I’m always pouring conscience into my wound.
I write many words, but I do not give the answer.
This life has touched all of us with the voice of the gong
And I haven’t met angels among people, for sure.
Angels are near people, I don’t look for them anymore,
And an extra look at the heavens only puts dots.
But around tens of thousands of kilometers of night.
Draft rapes the hinge, presses the neck strings
I, looking at the ceiling, consider dust, draw lines.
I can not sleep at all today, glue the brain on rhymes.
Between utopia and happiness, running along a thin line,
Between the earth and the sky abyss in our heads.
If once God decides that I am on earth once,
Let him cut the life of the chisel and put the flag.
Designating for others, that sin eats the soul,
To learn the wild beast to move beyond the obstacles.
I always rush 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 "for" and "against."
I was just a nutcase with an airbus ticket,
And music has become 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 "for" and "against."
I was just a nutcase with an airbus ticket,
And music has become 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 "for" and "against."
I was just a nutcase with an airbus ticket,
And music has become everything to me, like terrible dope.