Текст песни Лог Дог - Этажи вниз, ты мой каприз, мой рай...

are you doing , my dick
I fly airliners where I was not rushing
but can the way you think will give me a chance
score on the conscience and leave in English
derezhablem forget the shame of whiskey
the first to reach a limit favorite
and accidentally end up here
look into my eyes as if I go past
on track to compose you a story
the same as in the thousands of delirious
potaskanym views and answer without words you where I'm going

floors down my caprice my paradise
I ask this life feeling not die
it is in the chest , and let us not alone
until it beats know it is yours

floors down my caprice my paradise
I ask this life feeling not die
it is in the chest , and let us not alone
until it beats know it is yours

I fall in love with them one by one
meshing music with his eyes closed hand
it was not necessary to heat the sheets and blankets
but now just the other with her and where I
and you are not with you and I are so lucky
I do not want to try but have pain and evil
with you drink juice with other eating snow pink
on waste no time called the abuse with neurosis
I will say in his ear gently know it is yours
gathered fabric tenderness of the notes I
we do not fall asleep though we have already seen the moon
because tomorrow I will have to bear the other nonsense on the ears

not seem to be old and no longer green
but in my heart to take all the seats
you had the silenok
and no matter how hard to forget the score
I understand it is useless seen all over the blade
path does not pass the legs are not cutting
with every step over
and tomorrow we will not turn off the floor lamp
I again become stubborn you scream and poyasnichat
but abruptly shut up without fear or slightly
silent sign of pain
although it did not know what would be so sweet
at the places on the hood
I am free and lying on the legs , arms linked
if you are near it means I did myself

floors down my caprice my paradise
I ask this life feeling not die
it is in the chest , and let us not alone
until it beats know it's yours

floors down my caprice my paradise
I ask this life feeling not die
it is in the chest , and let us not alone
until it beats know it's yours

for tonirovochkoy not see persons
You are my whim and I'm your killer of consciousness
fly above the roofs of Siberia buzz
though almost drunk you look
flying under two hundred on an opposite all these songs
gypsy foretold Cross in a glass of brandy
you're lucky too pure to rest
with this type that I have in the entrance of muddying the buzz
kropal oprakinul currently on dyhalku
how to say I love you briefly to fuck
throw curly cut in diskach
we zatantsuem fucking with you, I carry you with me

floors down my caprice my paradise
I ask this life feeling not die
it is in the chest , and let us not alone
until it beats know it is yours

floors down my caprice my paradise
I ask this life feeling not die
it is in the chest , and let us not alone
until it beats know it is yours