Текст песни сергий черепихо - ровным счетом

he washed his hands, down the trail
lights sing his wicked song
Clouds could hurt you
when the angels fell down to the ground
not then the wind dictate text
not then that candles are afraid of the wind
only one who comes from these places
early / late to get a black mark
I even score
nihil
extinguished their cigarettes
who was none, he becomes someone
and no reason to regret it
will not work and six months, as the rain gush
again to drought in half a year
to pocket a penknife
Get out of there and the enemy of the people
I even score
nihil
extinguished their cigarettes
who was none, he becomes someone
and no reason to regret it