grot feat. D-Man 55 – Then the track will do

Author: grot feat. D-Man 55
Name: Then the track will do

Song Lyrics

Immunity obliged cold that gives us crack the window,
Force of nature - blows from the back, it opened my eyes to things to us.
Let celebrate all that is in these walls we were promised.
Let us shut up, finished song will be, but not completed.

Cage and a half or two, look at the ceiling,
You're still living there? It zalet, mate!
Troy Kent and pohavat scarf
They plunge head over heels, but we are together but.
He was not ready, do not take it, no, not seen,
Kicking the puck to accept. Second lead!
Pile at random, with the development of the story,
-Then Do track. Where do you fill?
Calls parents really stupid,
But to live as we should, but the prospects are uncertain.
Among the centenarians themselves no longer see,
But to live means to fight as long as I breathe!
I think often when I go to sleep,
Will otherwise all know, to learn everything.
Construction of the complex from the teeth by heart,
The day will come when I will touch the sky!

In areas between floors stale air,
Cassette player in hand, autumn, 2004th,
The November zaduvalovo, stairs, hiding from the climate,
In sixteen as a dog, crushed and exhausted.
Evening patrol say more theft,
Look for us on the trail between trehetazhek abandoned.
Trifle of travel we do not give more often just ask
My simple universe in a rusty bus.
And I think about the future, fighting the snowstorm,
Stretching his 120 rubles for a week.
Going fast, the wind forecast to increase,
Silver Nissan, a central hotel
There's something missing, oh well, nothing,
I did not think that everything will be 8 years later.
In the hall of the number came stale air,
And I'm a little sense not lost in the 2004th.

Grab bars in the cold we burned out the prints,
In the city as one man, now do not vary.
Turbid snowstorm of soot emissions and CHP
Hides the trails go astray, in the form of loops and rings.
What can be the power? We stupidly thrown.
But the entrance of the heat, and I have a good one.
Postappokalipsis game in each surviving roads,
For us look yellow eye hospitals and oporok.
At sixteen, once grown, too late to be young.
What would I do if he heard "Milestones" or "Smoke"?
The answer will not be back, stuck in a quagmire,
But life teach the same snotty and blue.
Our amuse dens: - "It is you, not someone out there?
Tell me better as a vestibule open, share your expertise! "
The answer is not to keep a barrage of questioning,
Waking does not always answer, who scribbled this list.

Immunity obliged cold that gives us crack the window,
Force of nature - blows from the back, it opened my eyes to things to us.
Let celebrate all that is in these walls we were promised.
Let us shut up, finished song will be, but not completed.
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