Текст песни bezza дальневосточная кровь
Обновлено: 19.09.2024
время от времени дождь время валюта как грош
недели в плену Питер видёт свою игру броо
ты моё время не трожь
Дальневосточная кровь будет закипать столько
сколько ей нужно I rush into this world the dawn is not over the years
free not only rats cheese
but they did not give it to anyone
and while time is melting taking away
and the city's memory flicker
and this sound makes you fly
you know, we've been hanging out in the rain for so many years
The old courtyards on each pit stumbled
For years, they decided the trains past us flying by
we thought we were lost and did not know the way home
this is how the children of shamrock are shrouded
a cool evening is not a wind that brings gifts
you will save us from the heat of the past
and while the city is smoldering, and while the city is smoldering
kilometers of trampled roads and experience will not drink
traveler did not regret but you were lucky with the flair
Here faith is like a spear here every man for his own
Someone who believes and drinks someone believes and spits
from time to time the rain time is a currency like a penny
of the week in captivity Peter sees his game broo
do not you touch my time
The Far Eastern blood will boil so much
how much she needs
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