Текст песни К0Т - Поединок С Мыслями

"Beating the thoughts"

In the morning fly by city
In the mode "TURBO", Urban
On the streets of stupor, garbage
They are a lot like the rest of the garbage

The apartment is not cleaned
In the smoke-filled kitchen
Vnature scowling, past houses
And I have concrete walls in captivity bits

This is better than to be with you
I set a goal
But I was not let Cerberus
Seal the door of your time

And now a landmark on the north
To do this, set up a separate server.
Bear with me, believe me, have nothing to lose -
in real time heals ...

And in the evening again easier
Just would not have announced dispatcher
Personal meetings can be no question
Your Waist and Shoulders forgotten eternity

The sadness of smoke and tea
So enough problems
I'm flying over the city
Let the desert cools

Proudly soar in the clouds
Today fracture,
Tomorrow hoarse throat
I Torba.

In the meantime, the season, the Crimean resorts
Every second
Those guys turn to us
That I was dead, like memory