Мои Ракеты Вверх - 14' 52'' | Текст песни

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• 14' 52''

You make me speak
In special time with
Everyone
Who's picturised

Just feeling sick
Above the season
I'm coding words
And pictures of you

Non spoling piece
Of living cake of
My heart beats and
My pictures of you

Common and obey your soul
Shuttle it now
It isn't your fault