Текст песни Da Gudda Jazz - Минута

Only a minute but it 's so hard
Look at the world through the prism of glass boring
It's hard to look at tomorrow morning
If as a voodoo doll wounded gut

Only a minute but you notes sent in a minor world
Put an end to the place where a moment ago was a feast
As a vampire you drank the blood leaving to life
Lit the wick and did not want to lie to say
Managed to let the wind all the manuscripts
Rezet clicking sound recording now hangs
Yes, it's silly to conduct a simple conversation
My word is a cocktail of love and hate
And hate the sight target alas invisible
A minute later, everything is not my business
Broke the lock of the glass than the truth
Explosion is inevitable and we must stay would place us
I believe advertising & quot; All stains can destroy & quot;
You summed up our story but I will still hope
You did not change though small currency
But you managed to put an end to the minute!

Only a minute but it 's so hard
Look at the world through the prism of glass boring
It's hard to look at tomorrow morning
If as a voodoo doll wounded gut

one minute
And we played tons
Whether a passing
As if laughter is replaced by moans
What we 're drowning it comes up so you can see it happens
Yes, you can see that dumb and I do not understand what it beckons you
I'm probably blind I do not see the light I do not see the sun 's rays
Tell me why no reason we crossed swords
The receiver is silent and you indulge you even echoed
Because we understand in a minute all this bluff to a minimum
Many did not drink but were beaten in the emphasis we
Whether you're fighting half were in the form of
Thy tears were just in the bathroom
All the same one we designed the weather
On the banks of the waves of lava whether
Take care of my lava Do
That moment decided
We scatter for miles
Sing me a song that sang podobotno torture you like
I want to believe that there is at least one attempt
You did not change though small currency
But you managed to put a point per minute

Only a minute but it 's so hard
Look at the world through the prism of glass boring
It's hard to look at tomorrow morning
If as a voodoo doll wounded gut