Loc Dog - Любит небо (минус) | Текст песни

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• Любит небо (минус)

I know you don't love when strong-strong smears, but
Someone at the other effects are not given.
Words are words, but here they are in your blood,
In perspiring palms tunic three, two,one.
You begin to furiously breathe in such a beautiful air,
We are near the house treat something pink our nose, but
Our hearts are we robots on purpose,
I'm raising a glass out of the window and it's easy.
I after two am, and I will think of one thing,
And I don't care where Gabbana, and where Prada, and where that.
And somewhere may between our worlds of the city,
But even old to death does not give reason to think, Yes?
And even if I thought about fate,
White leaves she would have said about himself,
These pens: do you hear, do you hear?
You often breathe, breathe.
You can run as an athlete
And jump from the roof.
But, o God, my God, it's like on the other,
Some of the world, could he is mine,
And the one that was - it's not my.
And may the one that was until this is an illusion,
But stop, passes evening - so the end,
Wither like a flower.
The snow, the city, the car, hands, hoods, epaulets,
Love, broken ice, laboratory, fashion, home,
Mama, tell me where I am,
And inside my universe loves the sky.
The snow, the city, the car, hands, hoods, epaulets,
Love, broken ice, laboratory, fashion, home,
Mama, tell me where I am,
And inside my universe loves the sky.
We will lose the life of the hair out of place, clubs, discos,
Meteorites are small, rain and shake it naked.
And local huckster, or the upper layers, or lovers,
And the pros and migratory dnej.
And you are beautiful in the sun, and out of the society, too.
The king is not zamorochitsya on a level place can.
Notes and friendly views, but wait a minute:
Already do not touch the soul, and nipped in the Bud. Wait a minute,
We in this room are not in vain fly flies under the chandelier:
The same on the wings, but in the shit such a feeling,
The muscles of the maximum of opportunities I would give,
But what to me? To soar, not fall.
And red-hot emotions. Take me for what I'm smiling,
Take me for what I don't make mistakes.
Take me for what I'm like and all, but
Very often I am not the same as all.
The snow, the city, the car, hands, hoods, epaulets,
Love, broken ice, laboratory, fashion, home,
Mama, tell me where I am,
And inside my universe loves the sky.
The snow, the city, the car, hands, hoods, epaulets,
Love, broken ice, laboratory, fashion, home,
Mama, tell me where I am,
And inside my universe loves the sky.

Our motors are designed for a hundred percent more
We stand ломанных little, but the Gods somewhere in the soul.
And something between our empty phrases.
Three years in a minute lived and seen the whole world.
Let's talk about this, let's look at sex.
From kiss the pulse of the plus - we do not have sex.
I see myself in the mirror of your large pupils,
And I'm ready and I'm willing, and I'm ready and I'm ready.
This is the same best of the best that I had seen,
Invisible threads marked envious.
Parishes on the road, without treachery, without anything.
And John loves, She loves, and loves all of this shit!
Why should I sleep with the light feet and hands?
And with light прочищенными air words?
And with our young and going to the grave,
Born yesterday, and even the dead rotten.
I would like to tell you,
As people have seen not right now, and where that somewhere in the depths.
Cubes, tubes, cartoons, methods, houses, tables, homosexuals,
Yes аминоаноболики, pain and ceramics, the blood, and the water fatalities,
In the room the guys and huckster go?" fly!
The body of the white arrows left hand chop and other things are:

The snow, the city, the car, hands, hoods, epaulets,
Love, broken ice, laboratory, fashion, home,
Mama, tell me where I am,
And inside my unive

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