Текст песни Тринадцатое созвездие - Пули

Went under the ice, under the water,
With you at the same time winter
She vystuzhaet weather
When you lie down on the bottom.

It's your intercom glitch
I guess I'm out of place
And answering machine moan
Leave your leave.

Leave hope
Incoming hanging on the network to the Internet
Thee soaped mailbox
It simply does not exist

The ambush was sitting,
Blind scribbled on you sms
The phone rings,
I fly a bullet to the milk to the skies

Launched with all the dope
Crazy I'm falling, falling down
There is a bullet - fools in nature,
I'm sure one of them.

Flattened with all the dope
Crazy I fall down
There is a bullet - fools
I'm sure one of them.